What does it take my friend?
I ask sincerely,
Till the hunger in your gut is spend,
And too, you wallet nearly,

Do you not cringe as does the seal?
When looking in its eyes,
When that pickaxe you wheel,
When in its eyes, the light it dies?

Why at a hundred years or more,
You tell me work is scarce,
On all the eastern shore,
Till you go to the hearse,

Despite all hardship obviously,
Isolation, hardship, all aside,
On the ice or from the ship,
You use a hakepik with might,

You use a hakepik, instead of wrench,
Your conscience seems not bothered much,
When in blood the ice you drench,
Bring home your gruesome catch,

In politics of course wherever,
Always the advantage seek,
Especially the one on top most clever,
Not votes you gather, that are weak,

And so it is with my dear friend,
Dear Justin, Prime Minister,
He might the seal hunt yet defend,
This is quite evil and sinister,

Billions are now spend on poor,
In different jurisdictions,
And though its kind I’m sure,
Its politics and not conviction,

Yet who the hell, needs fur today,
And even if they did
What’s with the millions seals we slay?
It’s not the Inuit,

The fur trade, though it had its day,
And all that old tradition,
Stop the killing, have your say,
For creatures have some vision,

It is a good thing isn’t it,
Talking trade, that’s not allowed,
To take the fur of every kid,
That with hair is well endowed,

Why not extend the limits too,
To creatures in the wild,
As would you, to your own, dear friend,
As if it were your own, your child, ©06/04/2017