Soon you’d hear a cry, it hurts,

As then the blood it spurts,

From the sealers on the ice,

And frantic be their cries,

But no choice they’d have,

All there be, just hefty laugh,

Yet, the skinning it goes on,

From dusk to early dawn,

The seals have learned to use the axe,

And with a hakepik they wax,

Tall and overpowering,

While the sealers are now cowering,

The tables turned, and now they see,

The sealers then, and those to be,

The females and the babies too,

For mercy now they sue,

It was rewarding but a dream,

Not at all what it does seem,

It showed the life thereafter,

And the devils quirky laughter,©13/04/2017