The seal hunter

They’re bloody cowards
their rifles cocked
kneeling on the deck
taking pot shots at wild seals
the bullet breaks its neck
blood spurts every which way
clearly, the poor thing dead
fodder for the sea gulls
and the ships dog gets well fed
Seal Hunting on the ice floes
there’s no chance for the seal
its murder in the first degree
with all the hunters zeal
so paramount, I mean to say
they do not get a chance
its close range killing
pull the trigger
watch the baby dance
its hard to face the wild winds
and somehow try to claim
a little bit of sanity
for the hunters have their game
I do feel very stressed for them
They do nobody harm
and when approached their gentle
their caring and their calm
I have to say men make me sick
toting rifles and feeling slick
its not as if they need to eat
but they take the seal and they even cheat
steal its precious life they do
which mean’t as much as life does do
to all of us for less than it takes
a babies heart of course it breaks