More on the seals after yesterday’s tweet storm

It’s hard to get ones head around
The murdering of seals
These are babies, tiny babies
Those frighteningly awful squeals
As men, that’s today’s human kind
Fathers brothers, and husbands too
Leave their homes kiss the children
And go to work to screw

Babies screw their tiny necks
Smash them till they are dead
Till they vomit up their milk and blood
Each tiny head
Worked over by these monsters
Torn and hooked apart
In front of their grieving mothers
Who die of a broken heart

These men, are from Canada
Not some horror story
Their government is proud to give
Them finance, give them glory
Which they in turn take
From the Canadian public in tax, as they
Agree and pay for murder
On the ice floes everyday

Blood spattered every which way
Eyeballs in the air
So much blood the ice turns red
Sinews and guts that’s what I said
Strewn across the ice scape floor
And Every seal we shall not ignore

Humanity must wake up to
The darkest vilest
And it’s so true
Every word I have written here
Every seal soft and sincere
Innocent babies
Created to
Be Infused with life
Like me and you

Each has a sense
And a fellow feeling
A responsiveness
That’s all revealing
An enthusiasm
A fervour for
Peace my friends
Not constant war

Not lamentation
And plangency
Weeping and wailing
Constancy
The tedium and the disgust
Of men with picks who clearly lust

Over babies they’ve torn apart
So wildly they expose the heart
A hideousness
A repulsive heap
Torn and ravaged
The misgotten reap
the evil that does uglify
And makes this poet
Sit and cry

For this is true vulgarity
Grossness and coarseness for vanity
These little babies ripped apart
For the fashion trade
How did it start

The swanky poshed up modest notes
For monsters clothes trousers and coats
It’s all the vogue in Ottawa
And other cities you can be a star

Wearing the clobber of a baby seal
The elegance that it does reveal

But not in America or the EEC
Where it is banned,banned it be
Governments there make it clear
Murdering babies creating that fear
In babies cannot be imported or sold
So its Canada selling it, and making their gold
Reaping the harvest of created seals
Wearing the karma and what it reveals
Harper their top man says it’s all right
And the sealers are at it day and night

Can you imagine the holocaust there
Thousands of babies in total despair
Because they eat fish Canadians sell
And in the process create this hell
The fisherman are the sealers we here
They are the bastards that spread wide this fear
They are the bastards who need a good hiding
On them it appears this trade is now riding

I feel sick to my core
I hear seals in my sleep
Vomiting screaming as their mothers weep
This is so vile this is so sick
To be beaten to death by a big sealers stick

Threaten you it’s not my way but tonight
After the tweet storm, I have to write
I do hate Canada and I do call
For a boycott of its goods
For it does appal
Every thinking sentient soul
In this world
And I look to the gods
To where these souls are hurled

To be slaughtered so mercilessly
By the evil that’s there
The loathing the callous
The vindictive despair

For years it’s been happening
For years and years
Imagine for one moment
The terrible fears
Of baby seals knowing
What to happen as they
Are dragged hooked and slaughtered
Being made to pay

No gratitude shown for the iconic soul
No obligation no special role
Placed on the seal the earthling of old
Spending all of its life in the bitterly cold
Mindful and recognised not now at all
Just murdered in cold blood
For that is the rule

The relentless battle
The remorseless cry
They don’t know what pity is
Under the sky
They don’t see how wrong it is
Or how rotten inside
How uneven the scales are
They enjoy their ride
It’s wrong from the start
We all can feel this
Truly it’s criminal
Taking the piss
Like this so discriminatory
Harmful and wrong
On this fair planet it
Doesn’t belong
It’s unjustifiable,inequitable too
What Harper and his cabinet
Continue to do