For the Seal Babes
Last year over 350, 000 of us were put to death clubbed or shot, hunters forever took away our breath Close to our mothers, lying there in the snow we were but babes and we could not know When first we glimpsed the ships on the ocean cold we were unafraid, not thinking they'd be so bold But onto the ice and through our land the men strode breaching our nursery, and entering our family fold As they approached we looked on, unable to understand the expressions on their faces, the weapons in their hands At first we didn't stir, but then the men toward us ran it quickly became a slaughter and we were the lambs This was our first exposure to humans, staffs and guns as we looked up, they quickly struck us with their clubs Some of us didn't die from the blows--we were only stunned our hearts still beating as they skinned us, spilling our blood Later, the parents or seal babies who managed to survive moved on the ice and crimson snow, in disbelief, and cried Grieving for the lost ones whose fur-less bodies lay so still not knowing if the humans would be back, or if they'd had their fill. ...
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