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 975,000 BEAUTIFUL WHITE BABY SEALS©
It is easy to forget to care for our Animals.And preserving nature in our world.It is a gift we are too close to losing.Words nor photographs can do justice to being in a place where perhaps no one has ever walked before
Stop the Cruel and Senseless Baby Seal Hunt.

In just a few weeks time, hundreds of thousands of baby harp seals will be slaughtered for their pelts out on the ice floes of Eastern Canada. Hunters armed with clubs and rifles will bludgeon to death these defenseless animals. At least 95% of the seals killed will be less than three months old, and many will be skinned alive.
The seal industry wants the media and public to believe that no one cares about the innocent blood spilled each year. Tell them that you DO CARE!



975,000 BEAUTIFUL WHITE BABY SEALS

It is a cold and glistening day,
The ice is so pure and white.

The stillness is forever untouched,
Small white bundles of fur lying next to their mothers,

Each one moving close to be warmed,
Snuggling their little black nose into their mothers belly,

The ice is full of Joy and Birth
With each one ready to start a new life in this world.

As far as the eye can see, the love of a new family,
Canada had the ideal place to go until we saw the Reality.

Now is that time of year when these new babies will only know fear,
Men will come out hunting and bashing in their heads with all their gear.

One by one they will die a suffering death,
Not ever getting the chance to take on last breath.

12 days old and enduring more pain than we will ever imagine
Some not quite gone, being skinned alive, My eyes cry with such a vision.

The hunters are many on the ice,
The ice is no longer it's glistening white

Now when you look out across the land,
All you see is blood from the hand of man.

Their eyes sparkle looking at them,
But they don't care they keep killing them,

In just a few short days they all are gone,
Nothing remains but the blood in the early predawn,

So many have died, So many have suffered, So many, So many.

975,000 Beautiful baby white seals lay on the ice,
975,000 Beautiful baby white seals now pay the price.  

To the Animals,
Journey Won ©  
2005
 
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