(“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
- We British WorkmenThe Labour Leader, May 26, 1894
- Voices of the VoicelessThe Great Kinship, edited by Bertram Lloyd, 1921
- A Song of “Freedom”Justice, February 14, 1885
- Bob Anderson, My BeauJustice, January 11, 1908
- The Plea of PythagorasThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, April 1910