Torment Inside

The sea fills with blood and tears, treached left remains of a living thing

Discussed in shame those hunters to blame they came and ripped us from your beauty

They anchored and shot out their flares of money hungry filth, what shall they be gaining

Do we wish to have such losses such harm, it is the feel of torment inside

As I lay my head down and I cry, for the seals and the whales do not exist for mankind

To be tortured and thrown aside are we blind to this it''s no secret it needs stopping

Nature is the best part of the world around us other than the human touch we display

Let our human touch let go of this dark mad ugly deed, no deed such as this go by

Why, ask  ourselves why, these poacher's, why,  is it torment inside?