The Hecate roars
a wild, bone shaking sea,
not some highway
for steel beasts dripping greed.
One crack, one wave,
and the whole coast bleeds.
a single slip of steel,
and a thousand lives pay.
This water is sacred,
storm born, alive
not a graveyard
for profit’s oil black lies.
Keep the tankers out.
Let the strait breathe.
Let the wild stay wild
or nothing will.
