June 15, 2023

This picture represents the absolutely insane hypocrisy of the whale killing pseudo-Christians of the Danish Faroe Islands.

A family of self-aware sentient beings, slaughtered, their bodies laid out before a church like some pagan sacrifice to their god.

I remember meeting with former Prime Minister Atli Dam in 1985 when he told me that the Grind was a gift from God, as if it is an intimate part of their religious beliefs.

The blood of innocents pouring onto the street and into the gutter where they seem to be proud of their depravity.

This picture inspired me to write this poem this morning. 

THE GIFT FROM GOD

To the Faroese, God gave a gift. 

Sending them the innocent to slaughter,

Over these Isles, darkness does drift. 

With a scarlet stain upon the water.

Just another bloody Sunday,

In the dark Ferocious Isles.

From vicious knives they could not flee. 

Fathers, mothers, juveniles. 

Unborn calves ripped from ruptured wombs,

The air stinking of deathly fumes,

Depraved young Faroese boys, 

Pulling teeth to make sadistic toys.

Their evil god looked down and smiled. 

Appeased by so much innocent blood,

Corrupting every Faroese child,

Not a lesson learned since the flood.

These Isles devoid of pity, 

Where Jesus weeps for so many, 

No mercy from the grind committee, 

No remorse, no love, no pity.

Greedy gluttons eating poison flesh,

Eroding their bodies and brains,

Zombified barbaric souls enfleshed 

Imprisoned by tradition’s chains.

Will this Satanic carnage ever end?

Will their blood lust ever be abated?

Can compassion become a trend. 

Or will evil be forever consecrated?

Will God ever take back his pitiless curse?

Can good be restored to these green stones?

Or will the perverse become much worse?

When all that is left is weathered bones.

Photo by Palli Ásbjørnsson Justesen