encircled, by the ocean,
litte fish,swimming and hopping,
they all came to me,with love.
I,a fisherman, sea dweller,
with my poor wooden rod,
praying for a fish or two,
to take home.
The fish sing to me,
about freedom and love,
I whoop with joy, as my rod bends,
Ah!I've got one.
The lovely grey fish,
screams silently, in prayer,
'Have mercy' it says,
while I smash it's head,bare.
1 comment:
the last two lines are very haunting...
on the whole.....its simple.....yet meaningful. good job! =)
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