Artic Seal
Arctic seal
The world I live in is cold and wet
Food, I have to hunt for all I get.
But life can sometimes be a pleasure
Basking in a wintry sun at leisure
But in hunting for food I need great skill
Trying to catch fish, squid or krill.
But even here I have enemies still
To them I’m food to hunt and kill.
But worst of all is what they call man,
They say in hunting me they’ve got a ban
In their words they call it cull
To me it’s the same; I call it kill.
From it they get pleasure and call it fun,
They hunt our babies with spike and gun
For all this persecution from under the sun
I often wonder; what have we done?
© potleek 2020
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It’s horrible, isn’t it? I remember seeing that awful photo of the man standing over a baby seal with a club. Life for these poor little creatures is hard enough and I think that comes through really well in your poem. Nicely done about a terrible act.
Gillian thanks for taking the time to comment.
It beats me why this kind of thing to animals still goes on. Yes the Inuit’s still hunt for food, I can understand that, But to take the skin from an animal and not use the flesh.
It’s sad when it is just done for vanity. Change will come when it’s too late…Tony