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Last yr ended 350,000 of us were put to death

clubbed or shot, hunters for all time took away our breath

Close to our mothers, fraudulent there in the snow

Latest reports:

we were but babes and we could not know

When prototypical we glimpsed the ships on the ocean cold

we were unafraid, not thinking they'd be so bold

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But onto the ice and through with our environment the men strode

breaching our nursery, and entering our inherited fold

As they approached we looked on, unable to understand

the expressions on their faces, the artillery in their hands

At first we didn't stir, but after the men toward us ran

it like a shot became a putting to death and we were the lambs

This was our primary revealing to humans, staffs and guns

as we looked up, they efficiently affected us beside their clubs

Some of us didn't die from the blows-we were single stunned

our black maria inactive battering as they scraped us, spilling our blood

Later, the parents or fixing babies who managed to survive

moved on the ice and scarlet snow, in disbelief, and cried

Grieving for the missing ones whose fur-less bodies lay so still

not wise if the grouping would be back, or if they'd had their pack...

To a future, where on earth "their fill" is gone and past

a assertion to slow the killing, an profanity that will concluding.

Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris

If you would like-minded to help, the Humane Society of the United States is a correct commence.