Sunglasses
\nDesigner olive two piece
\nA green hatapik
\nWill wonders cease
\nA blue woolly hat
\nAnd pea green boots
\nHe’s dressed to kill
\nRight down to his roots<\/p>\n
Out on the ice
\nA man on his own
\nHe had his breakfast
\nHe stands alone
\nHis job to overpower
\nBabies who are
\nThree or four weeks old
\nHe will ravage and scar<\/p>\n
Punish and murder them
\nIts all about
\nTheir skin he can sell it
\nThere is no doubt
\nFor about 30 dollars
\nEach seal so he can
\nWork like the clappers
\nWell that is his plan<\/p>\n
Out in the light
\nWhat a stature he makes
\nA destructive force
\nAll those baby bones breaks
\nThis is his overture
\nAnd what he hears
\nIs the crushing of skulls
\nAnd the myriad tears<\/p>\n
He smashes he shatters
\nThe brains watch them see
\nCrumples and crumbles
\nThey succumb to the sea
\nThere is no resurrection
\nThis assassin will show
\nFrom a fisher of fish
\nComes each murdering blow<\/p>\n
And the tears are expressive
\nAnd the blood curdling roars
\nHis potentiality
\nLeaks from his pores
\nHis impulse to beat
\nHis warlike intent
\nCrashing down on the helpless
\nThat heaven had sent<\/p>\n
Defenceless and prostrate
\nParalysed by
\nThe sudden stranger
\nSays they must die!
\nThose infant angels
\nPowerless to say
\nThe butchers are coming
\nFor you all today<\/p>\n
Bereft and unfriended
\nBy government bods
\nWeaponless babies
\nWhere are their gods
\nThey so exposed
\nBaffled lets say
\nBy the ugly monstrosity
\nMaking them pay<\/p>\n
This is no fishermen
\nThis model guy
\nLooks like a navy seal
\nEach blink of each eye
\nIs a mini holocaust
\nA mini death
\nA mini explosion
\nOf evil through breath<\/p>\n
Every whack i can hear
\nEvery cry breaks my heart
\nWhere is our tenderness
\nHow did this start
\nWhere is JUSTIN Trudeau
\nWhere is pure soul
\nThis tasteless decrepit
\nDeflated arse ole<\/p>\n
Gutless up against
\nStrength one can say
\nBut beating the hell out of babies
\nToday
\nThis destructive force
\nWho we see dressed to kill
\nMurdering virgins
\nWith resolute skill<\/p>\n
And paid for his crimes
\nWith a wink of an eye
\nAs baby after baby
\nDoes tragically die
\nTheir brains scattered to all four poles
\nWith one hit
\nI cry in my soul
\nThat such monsters can pit<\/p>\n
Their strength against babies
\nAnd that this is allowed
\nThe Government of Canada
\nYes should be showered
\nwith the blood and the snot
\nAnd the nurturing stew
\nThat pours out of their skulls
\nShould be all over you<\/p>\n
You who look away
\nOr buy into the trade
\nBy wearing their fur
\nIn your own parade
\nAvoiding the issue
\nIt just feels so soft
\nRemember that karma
\nIs waiting aloft<\/p>\n
You have a soft collar
\nMaybe you do
\nBut step into the road
\nUnthinking a few
\nDo and are flattened
\nLost to the world
\nKarma strikes catches tikes
\nWho may be hurled<\/p>\n
Into the hell with the sealers
\nAs such
\nWith trappers and hunters
\nWho never cared much
\nWho were deaf to the seals cries
\nAnd blind to their blood
\nSo no one will know
\nOf your final thud<\/p>\n
Kiss your arse goodbye
\nYou are lost you are gone
\nYou stepped off the kerb
\nAnd the karmic light shone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading