Aquatic Scourge Poem by Michael Fitzroy

Since the rhyme of the ancient mariner
To the assassination of Moby Dick
Nought has man's heart, ever given the sea
A waging of war, with and aquatic foe
With mesh nets and hooks, we conquer the shoal
The seas are red and sometimes blue
When blood awash is cleansed by tide
When schools are gone and currents abate
The tide will turn and the reefs will sigh
Man will laugh and eventually die.

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