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On the white ice
flowing with red rivers of
a child's blood
a mother seal huddles over
her baby
who no longer nurses.
She cries outloud.. over and over
but there is
no response.
The little one has
been beaten with clubs and then
skinned alive.
With impunity they steal
the skinblanket of the baby seal
as on land they kill
the cow's baby and make him veal