Namibia

Namibia just look and see

the men in blue now who they be

a rusty knife will steal the life

of a baby seal close to the sea

the terror and the suffering

for some ones fur coat

or fur boots

the anguish and the mournfulness

dragged out of them

right from their roots

these are babes in a sanctuary

the desolation and melancholy

of knowing that death is coming fast

the vile affliction that now is cast

writhing bleeding harrowed by

a loutish gangster and  why I sigh

because the Namibian’s don’t need to kill

to supply the Turk such blood to spill

its a  sick and sorry thing to do

pitiable and poor and remorseful too

they have to endure such enormous pain

these are babies

again and again

their wistful cries can be heard abroad

as they perish sadly by the sword

on the sands of time

they do squirm and bleed

so the fur bearing hags

get their need

another’s skin

from babies who

prefer to live

and not  clothe you

all you hags who  want  seal bags

with real seal tags

my heart sags

you need to see

you need to hear

as their torn apart

in utter fear

how we can bring

such suffering

to a newborn baby

on the sand

next to its mother

who cries aloud

when she see the louts

they are one big crowd

of insulting nasty loutish yobs

with their rusty knives and

their filthy gobs

so think again

think of all their pain

where the money goes

how their fortune grows

from the death and agony

of tiny souls

created by Nature for differing roles