Commercial fishing practices
Huge great ships that ply
Scooping up with myriad nets
Thousands of living fry
Fish of every size
Torn out of the sea
Dragged onto these wooden decks
And packed in ice
Yes we
Condone this violent practice
By catch by the tonne
Creatures that will not be eaten
That will all rot in the sun
Rays and sharks and lobsters
All sorts godly made
Ripped out of the massive depths
And on the sea bed laid
Spirit strength and literally
Thoughts of love and care
Each to his own it’s been shown
Love is everywhere
But fishing steals the life force
Out of So many every day
Are torn out of the ocean
And watched as they pass away