It is a tragedy,
I hope those people will find the remedy,
We decline every year,
Caught
Abused
Sold,
Even the little ones aren't spared,
Or those who are already mature to bear.

We are on a tight spot,
Everyone competes for our catch,
I hope those people realize,
We decline,
We scatter,
We die,
Yet such greed in their eyes,
That Malthusian theory is true,
No surprise.

We are the fish that struggle,
It was our tragedy,
But their loss,
I call it tragedy of the commons.