Fisherman

The water is too murky

The water is too gray.

The water is too polluted.

To see the fish at bay.

For the fisherman had never thought

That his fish would have never been caught

His wife and daughter sit at home.

Not expecting for pa to come home alone.

No fish, no food.

Left to rot.

Their lives will soon be forgot.

The wealthy:

Their food- too good to share.

Their wealth- too much for the poor to bear.

Now you try to tell me you care?

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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