Seal murderers of Canada

30,000 baby seals
One has to ask now how that feels
To be aware that on one’s land
A people fail to understand
Babies born of true creation
Gifted to your special nation
Can be slaughtered in such a way
By bully boys oh! I have to say

Canada just has to be
As evil a place and frighteningly
Continues down the slippery slope
For decades really without hope
Regression clearly a back sliding crowd
Who can rule the roost however loud
The screams are out on the ice floe
As one after another blow upon blow
Tiny babies are hacked and bashed
It comes home to roost
How hopes are dashed

How Trudeau now allows this too
Unflinchingly we know thats true
In his debasement of his spirit here
To puncture and flatten and spread more fear
Across the ice its very clear
The wretched cries we all hold dear
To watch each stagger lurch and splutter
Teeter totter squirm,
each nutter
Bearing down on them we see
a trail blood and guts that be

Serving the sadists who clearly are
Good for nothing and really far
And away just criminals whose immolation
And sacrifice of such pure creation
On the battlefield out on the ice
Murdering slaughtering in a trice
Poleaxing babies with each sweep
We standing by would hope they reap
The most ugly tumours in their brain
And if burnt out they would grow again

No advantage over tiny souls close to their parents
Dug into holes
Must be struck the intensity
By the senseless and the immensity
Paralysed and freaked out I’d say
As their innocent charges
Are tossed away
Cold and callous inured and reeling
Canada you have no feeling
You are comatose and
excited by
The blood and guts how it does fly

A sensuousness a sick refrain
Some gratification thats your gain
The stench of blood and rancidity
Of even being close to thee
In a crowded train it would sicken most
The squish the squelch the wheese the most
Alarming thing all of you
Canadians is what you do
You Turn your heads away
As your bovver boys
in essence slay

CAnadian Enbassy
TRafalgar Square
4/5/2018
From 1.00pm until 5.oopm

The old school are coming
So come and join them
Whistles and drums
Make it a day to remember

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