POEMS STARTING WITH
"WITHIN THEIR EYES"
BY DANIEL NORTH
Photograph shows Francois Hugo of Seal-Alert South Africa
with rescued cape fur seals
QUERY BY DANIEL NORTH
mark@dannorth.fsnet.co.uk
http://www.newdawnpoetry.freeuk.com
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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.
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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 that's 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
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ENCRYPTING NUMBERS
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
There’s 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
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TAKING HEED
Let us silence the sound of pain
The cries, the gun shots, that's heard under the claret rain
What gives man the right to encroach on their world?
And why does he always interfere with nature, for pointless gain?
Always taking more than he ever needs
Innocent seals becoming scapegoats for these drag trawlers of greed
Listen - carers of the sea's wildlife, will never give up the fight
So maybe everyone else should learn to take heed.
Money of the taxpayer is spent on this madness instead for good
Life on the east coast, being bludgeoned by clubs of wood
In a unregulated mass slaughter and it's toll is still rising
Whilst we look over the howling bodies of the harp seal and hood
Why can't they realise the importance of the sea
We need to tell the government that this is the 21st century
Instead of wasting another part of mother natures splendour
And stop this hunt forever, so that they can be truly free.
© Daniel North
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THE HEART OF BENEVOLENCE
Let us purify the gory waters of Réunion
And cleanse away this appalling atrocity
As innocent animals are being left for shark bait
Plunged into the abrupt suffering of the sea.
After having their noses pieced
With a hefty metal hook
If you want to see if this is wrong
Just peer into every terrified look!
Hear them scream in torment
As another hook cuts through their leg
But why should creatures endure such callousness
Is it because they are weak and unable to beg?
Why can't they realise that animals are here to aid mankind
After all aren't they meant to his best friend
And if this is how he repays them
There's so much love he needs to amend.
That is why the French government really needs to do more
The embassy in these times, has to be the creatures voice
When cracking down on the fishermen of wickedness
So that the heart of benevolence has a chance to rejoice.
© Daniel North
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PUTTING THE LID ON
Well, it must take such guts
To shoot a baby cub that's in a cage
Using its existence as nothing but a trophy
The sheer thought of it brings both
Tears of sadness and a burning rage.
For kings of the bungle
That stuff their heads without care
Who never think about morals
Nor the affects that has now deadened
The brightness of their souls flare.
So allow these noble creatures to roam freely
Where the merciless breeding farms once stood
Thus rebuilding our spiritual connection with animals
And finally putting the lid on
This canned hunting for good.
© Daniel North
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WEAR AND TEAR
We can erase this fake elegance
In which the media constantly glamorise
But sometimes it's too hard to compose
As in these lines, faces appear and traumatise.
Of millions of fur bearing animals
Like foxes, raccoons, minks and bobcats
Are being brutally drowned, strangled
Left in traps and bludgeoned with bats.
But what if the tables were turned
Would they still parade and gloat?
Knowing that every cell has a memory
When the knife slices into their throat.
Just so that they can shield
The gain seen in their precious pelt
But with such good imitations on the market
We need to be thinking more in how they felt.
Instead of the innocent being poisoned
Biting themselves out of a bottomless despair
Because they are ignorant to comprehend
That it's theirs! It was never ours to wear.
© Daniel North
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COMING TO TOWN
When will they all realise
That animals have feelings too?
Instead of exploiting them
With degrading acts
That the ring master
Forces them to do.
Humiliating their intelligence
By making them dance or jump through a hoop
As the baiting crowd applauds
That masks their inner torment
And the cheers that blank out
The lonely heads that sadly droop.
Neglecting their authority
Just in the name to entertain
But we never see the full picture
Like what's behind the curtain;
The thrashing of blood soaked bodies
Or the verbal abuse that deepens pain.
We need to stop this dire cruelty
That is poisoning this world all around
So that animals can be at harmony at last
By driving these corrupted circuses
Of sheer heartlessness
Right out of town
. © Daniel North
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LABARATORIES OF SUFFERING
Hearing murmurs of agony
Visions of burnt, raw skin, blinded by chemicals
Ripped fur on the metal whilst restrained
As the cries of pain echo down the halls.
Of the white clinical labs
In which they try to escape
Breaking bones and snapping necks
As another carcass inertly drapes.
You are just all words and no action
As you keep saying that you are changing your views
On unneeded testing, but its still going on
The lies are thin now; the excuses are nothing but old news.
But we all are aware of your game
We are hot on your tracks though the maze
As you protect yourself from the lawsuits
Like what happened with Draize.
You haven't a care for animal welfare
But focus your interests into money spinning promotions
Instead of thinking of better alternatives
Where's your heart, where is your given emotions?
This cruelty must cease
These morals are stripped into a shamble
Because if they don't alter their pitiless ways
Please don't buy anything from Procter & Gamble.
© Daniel North
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