The fishermen on the boats
Out to the sea earning a living
In the early morning rise they sail
They wish they have plenty to catch
In the open sea
Far away from their village
They cast fishing nets into the dancing water
They pray they have plenty
The years down in memory
The dwindling supply from the sea
The encroachment of industrialization
The fishermen livelihood at stake
They send petitions
They demand their rights
The elected government can't help
The supplies from the sea
It is God's gift
Men have plundered wantonly
Now the dwindling supplies
Pollution and dead from the seas
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