An animal rights poem by Ashby McGowan, written in protest of Canada’s annual seal hunt. To be performed at rallies and campaign events.
Author Ashby McGowan
You and your friends that you hold so dear
Jump over each other in total fear
So what do I say to you, stranger,
When I know that you are in danger?
Sheep on the hill, silent, as the
Day, dark falling
Filling the pools is the swift rain – cruel and nourishing – high hill
Into the night…
This is your big chance to take part in a nature poem.
So, I write down my thoughts. Perhaps one day a human will read them and realise, “Yes, a Cow does have passion. Does have meaning in her life.”
Morally, as Buddhists, we have three methods we can consider when we ask ourselves whether it is correct to eat animals. In our practice of ahimsa, we can seek to avoid causing harm to others, as well as actively try to change ourselves and others for the better.
The available evidence suggests strongly that many invertebrates are capable of experiencing pain and suffering. There is no logical reason why a (live) lobster-boiling restaurant or squid experimenter should not receive the same attention as abusers of vertebrate animals.
One day in November 1982, I went out in a powered boat to the Orkney Isles to protest against the annual Grey Seal Cull. On the way, an American photographer had asked me to tell her all about Selchies, seals that can change into humans (or humans that can change into seals) when the moon is full.
In the 1980s I did the background research for an anti-vivisection group in Glasgow. I am opposed to all experiments on live animals. I believe that they cost a fortune and that the results are misleading. But the main reason I oppose them is because animals matter.
There are ten particular situations that every foxhunting saboteur needs to know about. By learning all of the voice, whip, and horn calls, Sabs can use them to disrupt a Hunt.
I recently read in some magazine, a Hunt follower asking for Hunting with Hounds to continue because, “there are so many wonderful poems about the beauty of the hunt”. His idea of Nature and my idea of Nature are different. As is his idea of Poetry and my idea of Poetry.