Is it the constitution of Human Race to plunder, raid, destroy anything that is innocent and beautiful for their personal gain????
We hurt and kill our own kind, we don’t spare other living beings in the cycle of nature.
Dedicated to the Baby Seals of Canada!!! In conjunction with Michael Jackson’s poem Look Again Baby Seal from Dancing the Dream
To Make the World a Better Place… My Vision of Life…
The limitless sea, my home,my place,
I walk through ice in shining grace.
I love my planet, I love my life,
The carpet of white holds no pain and strife.
I look into your eyes as you come to me,
Innocent and loving I’ll always be.
I didn’t notice you had a club,
To bludgen and my head to pulp.
What wrong did I do to you,
All I did was look at you.
Why did you come to hurt me this way,
For the love to you I showed that day.
I screamed in pain as you hit my fur,
Didn’t feelings of compassion within you stir??
I am but a baby innocent and pure,
Never seen the world in full tenure.
I now lie in a pool of blood,
Rotting carcasses the white carpet flood.
So much for saying my shining grace,
My fur is a coat for the selfish human race.
You plunder and raid for your sport,
Why can’t you our race support.
We have the right to live just as you,
We are citizens of Planet Earth too.
By Anisha Achankunju (C) 28th October 2010
Look Again Baby Seal — By Michael Jackson from Dancing the Dream
Look Again, Baby Seal One of the most touching nature photographs is of a baby fur seal lying on the ice alone. I’m sure you have seen it — the picture seems to be all eyes, the trusting dark eyes of a small animal gazing up at the camera and into your heart. When I first looked at them, the eyes asked, “Are you going to hurt me?” I knew the answer was yes, because thousands of baby seals were being killed every year.
Many people were touched by one baby seal’s helplessness. They gave money to save the seals, and public awareness started to shift. As I returned to the picture, those two wide eyes began to say something different. Now they asked, “Do you know me?” This time I didn’t feel so much heartache as when I felt the violence man inflicts upon animals. But I realized that there was still a big gap. How much did I really know about life on earth? What responsibility did I feel for creatures outside my little space? How could I lead my life so that every cell of living matter was also benefited? Everyone who began to wonder about these things found, I think, that their feelings were shifting away from fear toward more closeness with life as a whole. The beauty and wonder of life began to seem very personal; the possibility of making the planet a garden for all of us to grow in began to dawn. I looked into the eyes of the baby seal, and for the first time they smiled. “Thank you,” they said. “You have given me hope.”
Is that enough? Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed. The image of one baby seal alone on the ice or one baby girl orphaned in war is still frightening in its helplessness. I realized that nothing would finally save life on earth but trust in life itself, in its power to heal, in its ability to survive our mistakes and welcome us back when we learn to correct those mistakes. With these thoughts in my heart, I looked at the picture again. The seal’s eyes seemed much deeper now, and I saw something in them that I had missed before: unconquerable strength. “You have not hurt me,” they said. “I am not one baby alone. I am life, and life can never be killed. It is the power that brought me forth from the emptiness of space; it cared for me and nourished my existence against all dangers. I am safe because I am that power. And so are you. Be with me, and let us feel the power of life together, as one creature here on earth.”
Baby seal, forgive us. Look at us again and again to see how we are doing. Those men who raise their clubs over you are also fathers and brothers and sons. They have loved and cared for others. One day they will extend that love to you. Be sure of it and trust.
Anisha…thank you for this very touching and lovely poem…unfortunately like everything else if there was no demand for seal skin fur coats there would be no commercial seal hunt…I voted that I like this one…but I do have a question…how did you manage to get Michael Jackson’s seal presentation past the Triond censors? More power to you for doing so, but what is the secret? Thanks and take care…
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