(“What would become of Esquimaux?”)
This doubt not: if my choice were free,
A vegetarian strict I’d be.
My heart is in your Cause; but oh!
What, then, of those poor Esquimaux?
I dread to think what might betide them,
If flesh were suddenly denied them;
In Greenland, too, so short of green!
How would they get their Vitamines?
They must have blubber, so, in grief,
(All for their sake) I must have beef.
More Verses by Henry Salt
- Workman’s Jubilee OdeSocial Democrat, February 1897
- The Blessings of EmigrationJustice, May 9, 1885
- The Sufficient ReasonThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, May, 1927
- Bible BindingJustice, November 28, 1885
- Workmen’s SongJustice, February 7, 1885