Large liquid brown eyes

Gaze up from the ice,

From sweet downy faces

On bodies of white fur.

Thousands of seal pups

Along with their mothers

Stretch out for miles

On the frozen shorelines,

A commodity of Canada.

Oh, but to visit and experience

This wonderful wildlife first hand!

But how to support a country

That fund their fisherman

To swarm from boats

Branding clubs and guns?

Every spring I read of the carnage,

The senseless, barbaric

Blood on ice,

My own blood turns cold

And I cry for those babies.

Every year it happens

I pray it will be the last

But it just goes on

And on…

And on…