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.