The false premise

The fundamental principle
Of life on earth is here
Undying and immortal
Grounded and ever clear
The sparseness and the nothingness
In human terms out there
On icy flows where fierce wind blows
All in the frozen air

Their outwardness transcends
Our goals and objectifies their worth
For every creature every single soul
On Planet Earth
Has a place, an existence of life
And their own need
A suchness an involvement
A function for to feed
A relevance a pertinence
Belonging as are we
To a higher life than the scoundrels
Who subsequently see

A hatapik and a bloodied pelt
For 20 dollars plus
To be salted and be dyed black
So few will then discuss
The whereabouts of this pelt
The illogicality
When seals are white
To find black pelts
A diversion actually

These fashion houses
Ought to dissect profit statements, they
Must realise a thousands deaths
And calculate the way
Forward into mayhem
And share the blood of those
Who were battered and then dragged away
Underneath our nose

A trail of blood and sinew
Evidence of the crime
And all these tiny babies
Suffering from their grime
Their fashion and their variety
Their forgery may be
Dressed to kill in a babies skin
Thats been cured chemically

The dissonance and timelessness
Of this absurd point of view
The enormity and the magnitude
For in fact only a few
Countries are now prepared
To sell these ugly skins
Mutilated and interrupted
By man and assorted sins

Who brazenly departed from harmony
And worth
To create a bloody chaos
And a jumble sale on earth
A turbulence and upheaval
A riot from the soul
A whirlwind of emotions
Dislocated from control

Babies are so innocent
And very little more
They are at their beginning
This the first offence for sure
Of a darkly shadow
And a hatapik
brought down on the soft shell head
Which makes onlookers sick

Their brains forced from their little heads
And scattered on the flow
Their crowns at once were lifted
And everyone does know
Then dragged towards the waiting vessel
For CARINO and the rest
And onwards to the beauty trade
In Which some now do invest

Norway is that market
the biggest so I hear
But in 2000 pelts were burned
As excess for me its clear
We are wasteful of resources
And wasteful of life
Our lives of course they matter
Their lives theres no strife

Implicit in now ending them
We witness what is clear
Another fucking holocaust
And this one just as dear
In Canada and Namibia
Both gifted seals to be
Revealed in all their splendour
And party to the sea

The corporates have risen
As has all that shame
The infanticide is a stamping ground
And who must take the blame

The unconsciousness
Of the markets
The imbecility
The spineless dead beat models
Who with such monotony
The exhaustion of the excess
Each deflated cause of woe
The destruction of so many lives
That should be left to grow

How the vandals and the blackguards
Are eminently there
Giving out their orders
And driving the despair
We see and we bear witness
To the suffering abroad
So many of the pelts we hear
The trade cannot afford
Several years the excess
Has just been set alight
All those animals wasted
Which of course cannot be right

Their destiny was far more
Than a heap of sordid ash
Born to taste the harmony
Not be seen as trash
The mockery of hopelessness
A counsel of despair
For the desperate and the hopeless
Each one of them that care

Justin Trudeau needs to think
And have affection for
The gifted Harp Seals that adorn
His coastline and the gore
His men subject the babies to
For a few dollars they
Attract the tourists boycotts
And the subsidies they pay