The poor little baby seals

A seal lies sleeping
Having suckled
Dreaming dreams of its life ahead
Sadly lacking of life’s experience
And is suddenly shot dead

A sealer in some boat decides
The little fellow needs to be
Abused and used for someone’s clothes
To become a pelt apparently
On some hags back
Or around her scrag
Or possibly on some hags bag
The naïveté of this psycho bod
This hypocritical and deceitful sod
Who ripped the heart and the souls entrails
Trigger happy and if all else fails
Hunker lout bungling john
Who will shoot to kill
Till, they all are gone

A war in which the victims are
Tiny babies all so far
So innocent
So meek so mild
Unaggressive
An unarmed child
No contest here
Just murdering scum
A vile blitzkrieg
Upon the dumb

A state of siege
A state of war
Terrible evil
I ask what for?
For vanity, and the fashion set
The infantry foot soldiers let
Humanity down and all government backed
For tragically this is the fact
Of Life and Death for each baby seal
The terrible agony
It does reveal

Which human being
With any resolve
Would wear the skin of a baby
Solve
that question
And perhaps we will know
Just how sick we are?