Last period terminated 350,000 of us were put to death
clubbed or shot, hunters eternally took away our breath
Close to our mothers, untruthful near in the snow
Recent articles:we were but babes and we could not know
When primary we glimpsed the ships on the the deep cold
we were unafraid, not thinking they'd be so bold
Some postsBut onto the ice and finished our overland the men strode
breaching our nursery, and incoming our unit fold
As they approached we looked on, inept to understand
the expressions on their faces, the arms in their hands
At premier we didn't stir, but consequently the men toward us ran
it speedily became a kill and we were the lambs
This was our prototypical bringing to light to humans, staffs and guns
as we looked up, they hurriedly stricken us beside their clubs
Some of us didn't die from the blows-we were lone stunned
our long whist frozen whipping as they scraped us, spilling our blood
Later, the parents or seal babies who managed to survive
moved on the ice and cherry snow, in disbelief, and cried
Grieving for the lost ones whose fur-less bodies lay so still
not knowing if the world would be back, or if they'd had their crowd...
To a future, where "their fill" is absent and past
a declaration to die down the killing, an expletive that will final.
Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris
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