HORRORS ON THE HIGH SEA AND WITHIN THEIR EYES ETC BY DANIEL NORTH
Photograph shows Francois Hugo of Seal-Alert South Africa with rescued cape fur seals
QUERY BY DANIEL NORTH
HORRORS ON THE HIGH SEA
- FOR THE CAPE FUR SEALS OF SOUTH AFRICA -
Drop down your weapons
And forget your mindless hunt
As in order for peace to happen
Its message has to be clear and blunt.
Listen! Where is the damn fun!.
In maiming and shooting.
Such gracious, prestigious creatures.
As it's their history too that they're polluting.
Shredding seal bulls of their dignity.
Horrors of the high seas drip from every pore.
Envisioning the blood, the echoing shrieks.
Of baby carcasses being clubbed on the shore..
So let's show the way in rediscovering the heart.
By rescuing them away from the inflicting sin.
As all they want is the chance to swim freely.
And to share their love that glows within..
© Daniel North.
Too many cracks appearing
And there's not enough sense
There's too many tongues being tied
Too much back slapping . . . . .
Too much sitting on the fence.
Too many elastic band brains
Are snapping back all the time
Too many sit down meetings
Are escaped by too many lies . . . .
Why has compassion become such a crime?
Against the fishermen that pack guns
Instead of their lures and rods
Thereís too many cover ups
Too much smudging of the law
Too many Indians, too many gods.
But there are the strong few
That can look for truth and impartiality
That can break the encrypted numbers
That can make the seals free
Putting the maggots back on the hook
Regaining all of which they took
Resuming dignity within the sea
And need I ask who they are?
It comes from people like you and me.
© Daniel North
WITHIN THEIR EYES
I hear the chugging sound of boat propellers
Suddenly in the currents murder is smelt
Whilst the locust faced fishermen
Scan vastly to prize their cherished pelt.
Thinking that this is my last heartbeat
A rampant tribal drum pounding in the tide
I am unsure in where to look amongst this suffering
Please help me; I need a guardian angel by my side.
As I begin to visualise boiling crimson oceans
And the fanatic chants that have ripped me from my sleep
Looking for the gun wounds, that I felt were so real
A nightmare of a moral for all of mankind to keep.
As we have grown so ignorant through a perceived dominance
Ravaging the pleasures of the swallowing sea
Do we still remember that we are mere tourists?
On a planet thatís linked by love and held by gravity.
So allow our spirit to lead the thunderous numbers
That can crumble away the fur seals unjust demise
And offering a minute for gentleness and understanding
By seeing it all within their eyes.
© Daniel North