Innocence asks why?

Sunglasses
Designer olive two piece
A green hatapik
Will wonders cease
A blue woolly hat
And pea green boots
He’s dressed to kill
Right down to his roots

Out on the ice
A man on his own
He had his breakfast
He stands alone
His job to overpower
Babies who are
Three or four weeks old
He will ravage and scar

Punish and murder them
Its all about
Their skin he can sell it
There is no doubt
For about 30 dollars
Each seal so he can
Work like the clappers
Well that is his plan

Out in the light
What a stature he makes
A destructive force
All those baby bones breaks
This is his overture
And what he hears
Is the crushing of skulls
And the myriad tears

He smashes he shatters
The brains watch them see
Crumples and crumbles
They succumb to the sea
There is no resurrection
This assassin will show
From a fisher of fish
Comes each murdering blow

And the tears are expressive
And the blood curdling roars
His potentiality
Leaks from his pores
His impulse to beat
His warlike intent
Crashing down on the helpless
That heaven had sent

Defenceless and prostrate
Paralysed by
The sudden stranger
Says they must die!
Those infant angels
Powerless to say
The butchers are coming
For you all today

Bereft and unfriended
By government bods
Weaponless babies
Where are their gods
They so exposed
Baffled lets say
By the ugly monstrosity
Making them pay

This is no fishermen
This model guy
Looks like a navy seal
Each blink of each eye
Is a mini holocaust
A mini death
A mini explosion
Of evil through breath

Every whack i can hear
Every cry breaks my heart
Where is our tenderness
How did this start
Where is JUSTIN Trudeau
Where is pure soul
This tasteless decrepit
Deflated arse ole

Gutless up against
Strength one can say
But beating the hell out of babies
Today
This destructive force
Who we see dressed to kill
Murdering virgins
With resolute skill

And paid for his crimes
With a wink of an eye
As baby after baby
Does tragically die
Their brains scattered to all four poles
With one hit
I cry in my soul
That such monsters can pit

Their strength against babies
And that this is allowed
The Government of Canada
Yes should be showered
with the blood and the snot
And the nurturing stew
That pours out of their skulls
Should be all over you

You who look away
Or buy into the trade
By wearing their fur
In your own parade
Avoiding the issue
It just feels so soft
Remember that karma
Is waiting aloft

You have a soft collar
Maybe you do
But step into the road
Unthinking a few
Do and are flattened
Lost to the world
Karma strikes catches tikes
Who may be hurled

Into the hell with the sealers
As such
With trappers and hunters
Who never cared much
Who were deaf to the seals cries
And blind to their blood
So no one will know
Of your final thud

Kiss your arse goodbye
You are lost you are gone
You stepped off the kerb
And the karmic light shone