In the murky water
\nand pristine sands
\nwe hear
\nthe cries
\nalong the strands
\ninfant seal pups
\nmutilated
\nand the pain
\nnow stretches far
\nFrancis Hugo Seal man
\ncommunicates, he understands
\nhe demonstrates a loving
\nthe power within his hands
\ndeep in his heart
\na realization
\nthat seals do have a place
\nlong before the Namibian Government
\nofficials showed their face
\nand the henchmen and those
\nmerchants who put up the money for
\nThe terrible assassins who
\ntrudge along the shore
\nwith their cudgels and their
\nugliness and bitterness
\nand pain
\nand wipe out all the innocence
\nand create a vile refrain<\/p>\n
We watch him with the creatures
\nhis understanding grows
\nhe speaks to them
\nHe shares with them
\nand together
\nwell he shows
\nus all how love and caring
\ncan conquer lust and fear
\nhe shares his sentient
\nqualities and they reciprocate
\nits clear
\nto any sane and caring person
\nwatching that they do
\nHis affinity is enormous
\nsuch love its there on view
\nFrancis is on the front line
\nBart Smithers is clearly too
\nup against the criminal gangs
\nwhose morals are all shot through
\nDesperate men with desperate needs
\nlost, perhaps but they
\nprepared to stoop into the bowels
\nof Satan so to say<\/p>\n
Francois Hugo Sealman
\na giant, in our midst
\na catalyst a man of steel
\nprepared and will persist
\nin dialogue and calmness
\nin the face of what may feel
\nLike a holocaust of horror
\nfor his new found friends the seal
\nNamibia’s two faced strategy
\nof murdering them, and
\ncasting such dark shadows
\nright across the land
\neach infant that lies bleeding
\nwhose life taken in vain
\nvomiting its mothers milk
\nand choking from the strain
\na man whose true achievement
\nis to remonstrate and be
\nIn the way of the people
\nwho wrench life now from the sea
\nwho show the world how blind
\nthey are
\ninebriated on
\nthe squalid sad and sickening
\nsmell of the babies that have gone
\ntheir pelts will enter fashion
\nhouses and no doubt find their way
\nonto the backs of the rich and powerful
\nwho can afford to pay<\/p>\n
Francois Hugo Sealman
\nhis tears are felt by all
\nthe pebble in the water
\nspreads great rings
\nwhere it did fall
\nthe rivers of blood flow
\nevery which way reaching
\nthrough the seas
\nthe innocence is noted
\nand felt within the breeze
\nthat blows across the planet
\nits subtlety is felt
\nby those of us who sensed
\nthe pain, rained down
\non those who knelt
\non golden sands
\nonce far away
\nand took the pain
\nand died
\nthe karmic debt
\nof millions
\naccumulates on the tide<\/p>\n
Francois Hugo Sealman
\nand others on the trail
\nof good now over evil
\nhoist a great big sail
\nand with the help
\nof etheric fields
\nmay bridge and may procure
\nan end to this abject evil
\nand this current overture <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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