The saddest sound I've ever heard
Is the song of the hump-back whale
His moans and sighs and his eerie cries
Sing a sad familiar tale
For he sighs and blows as if he knows
His race is nearly run
And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall
Before the whaler's gun
For every living thing on earth
Nature made a space
Each a living strand of a fragile plant
That can never be replaced
And not from need but from want and greed
Man's torn down nature's web
With greed possessed he will not rest
Till the last of the whales is dead
In my mind's eye I can see them die
As the whaler finds his mark
Hear the muffled boom of a cruel harpoon
As it blasts their lives apart
I see the flood of the rich dark blood
As it stains the ocean red
That bloody green will not wash clean
Till the last of the whales is dead
The saddest sound I've ever heard
Is the song of the hump-back whale
His moans and sighs and his eerie cries
Sing a sad familiar tale
For he sighs and blows as if he knows
His race is nearly run
And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall
Before the whaler's gun
Is the song of the hump-back whale
His moans and sighs and his eerie cries
Sing a sad familiar tale
For he sighs and blows as if he knows
His race is nearly run
And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall
Before the whaler's gun
For every living thing on earth
Nature made a space
Each a living strand of a fragile plant
That can never be replaced
And not from need but from want and greed
Man's torn down nature's web
With greed possessed he will not rest
Till the last of the whales is dead
In my mind's eye I can see them die
As the whaler finds his mark
Hear the muffled boom of a cruel harpoon
As it blasts their lives apart
I see the flood of the rich dark blood
As it stains the ocean red
That bloody green will not wash clean
Till the last of the whales is dead
The saddest sound I've ever heard
Is the song of the hump-back whale
His moans and sighs and his eerie cries
Sing a sad familiar tale
For he sighs and blows as if he knows
His race is nearly run
And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall
Before the whaler's gun
envoyé par The Lone Ranger - 13/5/2010 - 11:04
Sing a sad familiar tale.
Suona ancora come un triste racconto la canzone dell'estinzione delle balene.
Oggi giornata mondiale dell'ambiente vale un rinnovato ascolto.
Suona ancora come un triste racconto la canzone dell'estinzione delle balene.
Oggi giornata mondiale dell'ambiente vale un rinnovato ascolto.
Paolo Rizzi - 5/6/2024 - 13:29
Nelle giornate dedicate all'ambiente le balene hanno una data speciale a febbraio ma possiamo ricordarle anche oggi.
Giornata mondiale delle balene monito contro il pericolo estinzione
Il 19 febbraio si festeggia il World Whale Day, Giornata mondiale delle balene. Un monito contro l’allarmante pericolo di estinzione
Paolo Rizzi - 5/6/2024 - 13:34
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Album “Now I'm Easy”
Mentre una ormai rarissima balena grigia del Pacifico, sterminata da secoli di caccia spietata, perde la rotta a causa dei mutamenti climatici e si ritrova smarrita davanti alle coste israeliane, mentre il più dannoso e inutile degli animali presenti sul pianeta, l’uomo, continua a moltiplicarsi e a devastare l’ambiente, la velocità con cui le altre specie animali e vegetali si estinguono è di mille volte superiore al normale, sicchè entro breve ne sparirà un terzo: “la minaccia di sparire dalla faccia della Terra incombe sul 21 per cento dei mammiferi, il 30 per cento degli anfibi, il 12 per cento dei volatili, il 17 per cento degli squali e il 27 per cento dei coralli, come si evince dalla «lista rossa» che è stata redatta dall’Unione internazionale per la conservazione della natura (Iucn).”