The
fishermen go out to sea
They
brave the sun and the heat
Sometimes
they face the stormy wind
Yet
they stay never give up
On
the lonely sea
They
face the poor catches of fish
They
are on their own trawling
Listening
to the waves and the wind
Sometimes
they face the sea pirates
The
pirates of Muslim militants
They
will be caught asking for ransom
It
runs into millions to get their release
The
fishermen will face a lonely trawling
In
the open sea sometimes they cross the line
There
the other nations marine police will catch them
They
will spend a spell in a cramped and crowded jail
Our
marine police patrol the sea
Yet
the Muslim militants can sail in at ease
Our
fishermen will be in danger
Putting
their lives at risk
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