The Baby Seal v The Hunter

Beautiful white fur
that’s baby Harp Seals
and the craving of some women
in this world
who especially like the softness
and the whiteness
in their priceless coats
forgetting seals were hurled
screaming, beaten into a vast
chasm
agony from being smashed around
it doesn’t really keep you warm
its really is too thin
its just snob value
for these hags
who commit this mortal sin

it doesn’t make them
any more attractive
a dead babe’s skin
wrapped around their chest
maybe it is shrivelled
maybe their breasts are sagging
but wearing a seals skin
I do detest

any soul whose sensitive to
Nature
seeing women draped in
blood and gore
can only see the satanic siren
and wonder
how such bloody evil they ignore

Illegality, isn’t in
the Seal man’s book
any little soul is
clubbed to death
suckling from its mother
its little eyes so wide
along comes the brave hunter man
with not a lot inside
except for hate and ugliness
and resentment
and with his stick
and strength, he can be, relied
to kill each tiny baby
with at least 3 swings
infant killers
do that in one stride
Canada be proud of what
you are doing
Canada the world is sick
and tired
every year the murdering of wild life
and more of those
sick henchmen you have hired
it seems no matter who and how
objectors crowd around
and make it clear to you
That you are breaking
every natural law
that is imaginable
But you carry on regardless
that you do
so it all comes back to karma
a notion, many of you might
discount and feel
but I assure you your account
is overdue
and you will pay for every
murdered Seal.