By Lindy Greene -
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A fleet of heartless, mindless buffoons
Sets out for the annual killing fields
To commit genocide under Arctic moons
Fulfilling "quotas," harvesting "yields"
The ocean is red with innocent blood
Hundreds of thousands have hellishly died
The hunt scum wades in the crimson flood
Of unrepentant infanticide
My tears spill over, unrestrained and futile
The unconscionable deed is already done
Unthinkable that monsters so brutal
Walk Mother Earth, sit under her sun
Grieving mothers, bereft and heartbroken
Take hapless refuge in northern seas
With spirits shattered and sorrow unspoken
They abandon the ice floe nurseries
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