Hunting torpedoes of the sea
darting in frenzied anticipation
in schools of hundreds
oceanic masters of the seas

Best tasted on bread with mayo
until all have left the sea
then in pity we will cry
that we have nothing left

Nothing to go with our fries
nothing to batter
for we are willing
to starve the seas of fish

Our finny friends
that give protein
to half of this
unfortunate world


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris