The Saddest Thing

A bunch of men,

Powerful and macho,

Board a big boat.

Their future to be told:

Blood, gutted sharks

Will soon come afloat.

For this is their job,

To catch 'em, then cut,

Take what they want,

Then throw them back- but,

The shark which I hate,

Because its big scary teeth,

Is now a creature I feel for,

with deep sympathy

As the big men take

The sharks freedom,

It lays and it stares

Its mouth open

Awaiting a fate

At the bottom of the ocean

The men have done their job,

The shark is still alive,

But they have no more use for it

So now it must die.

But it would take to much time

To kill a shark,

So they must say bye

In the ocean the shark goes,

Pulled down by its weight,

Sinking slowly,

Out of its normal state.

Blinking it's eyes,

Heavily and untaint.

Like a feather floating

Through the wind touched air,

The shark sinks down

With delicacy and care.

But the unkown shape,

Of this shark that be,

Makes it the saddest thing,

I ever did see.

~PLEASE SAY NO TO SHARK FIN SOUP~