Scraping life from off the sea bed
So curiosity’s kitchens can be feed
Dragged from the ocean left gasping on deck
Pleading for mercy as a knife meets its neck
Gutter and iced, packed ready to serve
Who has the power to stop this, who has the nerve?
Now oceans are empty no life can be found
We now set our sights on the food above ground.
Who will we eat next?
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Scraping life from off the sea bed
So curiosity’s kitchens can be feed
Dragged from the ocean left gasping on deck
Pleading for mercy as a knife meets its neck
Gutter and iced, packed ready to serve
Who has the power to stop this, who has the nerve?
Now oceans are empty no life can be found
We now set our sights on the food above ground.
Who will we eat next?
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