Today in Taiji
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Complete Thu, Dec 20, 2012<5 mins
This poem is about one December day 2012 in Taiji, Japan.
"The slaughter of 20,000 dolphins, porpoises, and small whales occurs in Japan each year. Starting on September 1st and usually continuing through March of the next year, fishermen herd whole families of small cetaceans into shallow bays and mercilessly stab and drown them to death." Excerpt from the Sea Shepherd Website : http://www.seashepherd.org/cove-guardians/
Cover photograph: Sea Shepherd Cove Guardians
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