Francis Hugo Sealman

In the murky water
and pristine sands
we hear
the cries
along the strands
infant seal pups
mutilated
and the pain
now stretches far
Francis Hugo Seal man
communicates, he understands
he demonstrates a loving
the power within his hands
deep in his heart
a realization
that seals do have a place
long before the Namibian Government
officials showed their face
and the henchmen and those
merchants who put up the money for
The terrible assassins who
trudge along the shore
with their cudgels and their
ugliness and bitterness
and pain
and wipe out all the innocence
and create a vile refrain

We watch him with the creatures
his understanding grows
he speaks to them
He shares with them
and together
well he shows
us all how love and caring
can conquer lust and fear
he shares his sentient
qualities and they reciprocate
its clear
to any sane and caring person
watching that they do
His affinity is enormous
such love its there on view
Francis is on the front line
Bart Smithers is clearly too
up against the criminal gangs
whose morals are all shot through
Desperate men with desperate needs
lost, perhaps but they
prepared to stoop into the bowels
of Satan so to say

Francois Hugo Sealman
a giant, in our midst
a catalyst a man of steel
prepared and will persist
in dialogue and calmness
in the face of what may feel
Like a holocaust of horror
for his new found friends the seal
Namibia’s two faced strategy
of murdering them, and
casting such dark shadows
right across the land
each infant that lies bleeding
whose life taken in vain
vomiting its mothers milk
and choking from the strain
a man whose true achievement
is to remonstrate and be
In the way of the people
who wrench life now from the sea
who show the world how blind
they are
inebriated on
the squalid sad and sickening
smell of the babies that have gone
their pelts will enter fashion
houses and no doubt find their way
onto the backs of the rich and powerful
who can afford to pay

Francois Hugo Sealman
his tears are felt by all
the pebble in the water
spreads great rings
where it did fall
the rivers of blood flow
every which way reaching
through the seas
the innocence is noted
and felt within the breeze
that blows across the planet
its subtlety is felt
by those of us who sensed
the pain, rained down
on those who knelt
on golden sands
once far away
and took the pain
and died
the karmic debt
of millions
accumulates on the tide

Francois Hugo Sealman
and others on the trail
of good now over evil
hoist a great big sail
and with the help
of etheric fields
may bridge and may procure
an end to this abject evil
and this current overture