.
A silent boat is sliding to the shore;
High above the buzzards wheel;
The scientists have come,
To crucify the seal.
Soon the pumping blood will pour,
And gush in rivers to the sea;
The brutal men who drip with gore,
Work with fierce relentless glee:
They boast they know the reasons why
Some should live and some should die.
The wind is freshening in the North,
Dark clouds drift across the bay,
Foaming breakers hurry forth,
Lightning starts to crash and play.
Oh. let them be,
The gentle children of the sea!
But more and more,
The bodies pile up on the shore,
And the tortured minds of terrible men
Plan where they will kill again.
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