Motherly Love and Death

In Canada the Black Bears
Sought after by some
The MOD
The reason leaves me numb
Hibernation Nature’s way
Of resting
on their laurels
so to say
Dug into the snowy deep
Black Bears enjoy their annual sleep
Eternal dreams with Dear Mama
Deep in the ice and snow
They are

As they awake from Winters bite
And venture out
Which is their right
Mothers have lost a lot of weight
Some 40 per cent
Which isn’t great
If with their cubs
The law says they
Cannot be shot
But alone, they may

For Our Guards helmets
Every year
100 black Bears die
The mothers in fear
It’s wrong on all counts
For a fashionable hat
What of her cubs
That’s where we are at

The public when asked
Believe its not right
Faux fur is better
But the British Might and
Tradition of course
Has the upper hand
Killing Bears is the answer
We just don’t understand

Mothers are starving
Their Long hibernation
The hunters, bait areas
Bear’s sweet salvation
Yes hungry mothers
Are drawn to these places
Shot down and killed
The look on their faces

Knowing their babies will perish
Alone
Waiting for mother
Who fell like a stone
Dead to the world
Frustrated as hell
And all for some hat
That possesses the smell

Of death for reality
Traditionally
It’s all about fashion
And the MOD
Care, no one cares
Really nothing, alas
In snow caverns babies
They perish on mass

Waiting frustratingly
Wondering why their mother
Kissed them and waved them goodbye
Never to return
Imagine that thought