A Bloodbath! (poem) by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER on AuthorsDen

A Bloodbath!
by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER → (All Poetry by JASMIN HORST E. P. SEILER)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Seal hunt, or harvest as the spinners would call it, is about to begin, here is a last chance to excercise your concience again, even if you can save just one baby seal, it will know you when you cross that bridge to heaven.

A Bloodbath! Glistening diamonds pink and blue Stabbed by rays of artic sun, Every turn a different hue, The cold steel of a gun, Colder yet, the heart that beats, Takes aim at baby seals, Before it lived, its death it meets, Beside its mother squeals, No better, than that other lot, On bullets dry to save, Instead of gun, use cruel club, Escapees, from the cave, Proud of their tradition hail, Prince Williams’s chieftain strong, To get their quota, will not to fail, Thereafter, drink and song, Their lilting tunes on TV play well Their dance and frolic tunes, While those they killed had suffered hell, At hands, of greedy goons, Spare me the frolics and the song, It best you play a dirge, My heart and stomach not that strong, To heave, I have the urge, The sun it sets, comes up again, A witness to the dastard deed, Its sparkle, it has lost in shame, She blushes red, for gory creed, That splashed the ice with blood, A greedy ritual, so deranged, That sullied, spoiled this pristine spot, It’s time that this is changed! 28/03/2008

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 29, 2008

Too upset to comment.....this is insane!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

This is gut-wrenchingly sad...especially knowing it occurs year after year. We have much to regret in our treatment of animals, forests, land, and streams...all of us the world over! Great words, J-H!!!

Micke

Reviewed by Ann Scarborough

And all for a pristine white fur coat! Don't make one for me! I'm allergic. Don't make one for anyone! People of the world: DON'T BUY THIS FUR!!! A result of murder most foul! Excellent rant Jasmin!
Love,
annie

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

The sun it sets, comes up again,
A witness to the dastard deed,
Its sparkle, it has lost in shame

All of us, should be filled with shame,
For those that do this, in man's name.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Jasmin,
It is gut wrenching & dastardly the horror if their death through greed & senselessness of heartless poachers. I can not watch that video.
Embraced~Embrasse'
Vickie