(“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
- The Conquering HeroJustice, June 27, 1885
- The Making of the BruteThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, May 1910
- We British WorkmenThe Labour Leader, May 26, 1894
- The Joy That Never PallsProgress, November, 1886
- All Fools’ DayJustice, April 2, 1887