In the depths of black and blue

- beneath the ocean's surf -

roamed the beast called Mocha Dick,

the cachalot's turf.

Mocha was the biggest one

the world had ever seen.

The white whale swam near Chile's coast

where he reigned supreme.

The bane of whalers far and wide,

the bull was full of rage.

Surviving over a hundred fights,

not allowed the grace of age.

Hunted for twenty years,

he was a gentle soul,

but when he saw a whaling ship

he only had one goal:

to take revenge on all the men

who hurt and killed his kin

with his head and mighty fluke,

many battles he did win.

But in eighteen thirty eight

his life came to an end.

Killed by hate, for meat and oil,

the whales had lost a friend.

The great white whale came to the aid

of a whale mom and her child

when he met his fated doom

which made his name reviled.

The yield was hundred vats of oil

along with ambergris.

Mocha Dick, he had to die

for commodities.

Twenty harpoons the sailors found

piercing the whale's hide.

Remnants from encounters,

skirmishes and fights.

Extinction neared for whale kind,

the whaling trade boomed.

Since then a whaling halt was called,

but whaling still resumed.

To this day the whales are killed,

there's nothing Man has learned.

Everyone destroyed and maimed

when money can be earned.

Mocha Dick was one of many,

all victims of Man's greed.

For our presumed superiority

the world has to bleed.