The Hakapik

This tool or murdering weapon
Was of Norwegian design
A multi purpose hunting tool
Meant to underline
The need to use the butt end
To smash the creatures skull
But both ends appear to be used
In this enormous cull

Earlier in the murdering years
Nursing babes were killed
Nowadays rules have changed
3 weeks to 3 months
The deranged
Sealers they are murdering scum
Beat the foreheads till
They are smashed to smithereens
And so much blood they spill

These are little babies
Its the fur or pelt they use
To get this soft material
Of course they do abuse
Babies grown men murdering babies
And we say
Its alright they eat our fish
And we look away

The only species over fishing
Is man whose is seldom kind
Killing Natures children
Whose harvest she has signed
Off as being sufficient
Is arrogance gone wrong
And Canada is an evil place
And its children do not belong

She had the gift of sea life
And murders them at will
Using the dreaded Hakapik
That Norway uses to kill
Of course it is used to bludgeon
Then drag bodies away
The hook goes under the lower jaw
Or the eye socket lets pray
That most are dead before this
The terrible thing is they
Are often still very much alive
When they are dragged away.

Murder on the ice floes
The snow’s ermine hue
But after the seal pup murders
Its crimson through and through
Blood and guts and sinew
Eyeballs strewn around
Much of the meat is left to rot
Thats what has been found

Its for the pelt they are murdered
Nothing to do with fish
Thats a lousy Canadian excuse
The seal eats from our dish!
Its for the sealskin trousers
And the handbags,there’s a clue
The Bastards want to wear and think
They look better on you

They look exactly how we imagine
Blood dripping in their boots
All humans that wear seal skin products
Are vulgar at their roots
Unrefined and gross barbarians in fact
Repulsive looking mongrels
Thats how I react

Its a rout of a species
God given for us all
They do not belong to anyone
They are wild and in fact the school
Of thought within creation
Is that gifts like these should be
Loved and cared for for they were meant
To be there constantly.

Those that have them murder them
Those that do not preserve
The iconic are sadly slaughtered
Yes we have the nerve
To rebuff Mother Nature
For her creative gift
Its our arrogance and our ignorance
And why there’s this awful rift

Between Canada and protestors