Mend your ways!
Dear mister O Hearen!
While you on this earth sojourn,
Your actions best discern,
Spurs to heaven want to earn,
I seen it all too often,
Those their sins not soften,
Before it is too late,
Not get to heavens gate,
And all the judges you and me,
And the creatures of the sea,
Naked stand before the lord,
Not to bluster can resort,
I can see it now so clear,
Don’t have to be a seer,
The courtroom will be packed,
Full of willing witnesses stacked,
One of ours be Paul Watson,
From Watson, Watson, and son,
Your team, slaughter, slaughter, and daughter,
And we’ll have it out, we ought a,
Seals be clapping in the stands,
As we listen to your rants,
You know on thin ice you are,
With new opponent now you spar,
You Mr, Hearen are accused of malicious intend,
Destruction my creation rend,
Of cruelty at sea,
Stand up sir, look at me,
You have raked the bottom of the sea,
From here to all eternity,
Extinguished all the cod and flounder,
And blamed the seals, you bounder
And then for all good measure,
Seals extinguished for sheer pleasure,
Their friends, did you for mercy sue,
But cruelty their due,
Your mark of Cain is on their head,
When you clubbed them, to be dead,
Millions here now claim your deed,
Their cries for mercy you did not heed,
But I tell you know, though be it, far too late,
All the money that you made,
Not get you through this gate,
For you, the other one, at Hell does wait.
But sir, no more my friend,
For you this is the end,
And for the priest that read my book,
Misread my book, no care he took,
Off with you now, be on your way,
With you, the devil now has say,
Seal and cod you’ll eat forever,
In that way, the devil is very clever,
The little creatures souls although,
With love I will together sow,
To heal them from your butchery,
All of them will stay with me.
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Your seals plaight are our buffaloes plight, one million slaughtered just for a pouch of gold coins that didn't last long.
Shame is a feeling unknown to them, and, my friend, they are deaf as well, if not to the sound of those gold coins hitting the inside of their pockets.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.