I believed that the creature was bad,
As it was so huge,
It was like a million of me,
In a blue refuge.
Yes, maybe very large,
Colossal, Ginormous, you could say,
But so gentle, kind and fearless,
On that summers day.
They only kept on dying,
We weren't there to catch,
Only to see the beauty,
That nothing ever could match.
But some catch these whales,
Only for their meat,
Don't forget the blubber,
Burning in the heat.
And so my vision is clear,
These animals are so pure,
But not always their life,
And the problems they endure.
And so agencies fight,
For these animals case,
To save them in the future,
And in our timely race.
Mamun Islam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-whale-2/
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