Last yr over and done with 350,000 of us were put to death
clubbed or shot, hunters eternally took distant our breath
Close to our mothers, deceitful at hand in the snow
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we were but babes and we could not know
When primary we glimpsed the ships on the ocean cold
we were unafraid, not thinking they'd be so bold
But onto the ice and through with our topography the men strode
breaching our nursery, and entering our relatives fold
As they approached we looked on, not able to understand
the expressions on their faces, the weaponry in their hands
At primary we didn't stir, but consequently the men toward us ran
it hastily became a massacre and we were the lambs
This was our most primitive revealing to humans, staffs and guns
as we looked up, they fast affected us near their clubs
Some of us didn't die from the blows-we were single stunned
our short whist yet whipping as they abraded us, spilling our blood
Later, the parents or seal babies who managed to survive
moved on the ice and ruby snow, in disbelief, and cried
Grieving for the lost ones whose fur-less bodies lay so still
not knowing if the human beings would be back, or if they'd had their pack...
To a future, where on earth "their fill" is absent and past
a guarantee to break the killing, an expletive that will concluding.
Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris
If you would approaching to help, the Humane Society of the United States is a polite create.
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