in the early morning the water could be still a ship cross a deadly lane in the surface the salty taste in the whole wide ocean tastes like tears if they knew what would impend them when the men will reap the field
men drag the sharks out one by one with greediness in eyes with sick behaviour men cut all of the fins although they are still alive men mutilate all the creatures for the soup of perversity know who is the monster know who is the freak without necessity men hurt
they wipe it out tell me how can we allow that to be please tell me why
tell me isn't it enough that we destroy their space with our wasted crap and oil why don't we feel sorry now even though we know that isn't right but we cannot care about the basic things we'll never understand 500 thousand lifes conclude day by day and this slaughter will never end