Covetous fisherman, drag in their weary nets,
Sorry, vile and forlorn; sacking the scornful sea.
Childish evil smiles steal as much as nature lets,
As bulging zealous fish flutter at this ambiguity.
Worn-out lesser heroes both of them, still competing,
Both coward-like thieves who grovel for their lives,
The frightened fish leap and fall and die, quivering,
In final protest they gasp for what air denies.
The valiant men, bent-shouldered, ever trumpeting,
Laugh and draw close their lifeless victory,
And rush to celebrate the promise of a new morning,
While doubts, in some hearts, arise from this misery.
For the taste of mortality, like bone, lies wedged in the throat
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David Wakeling (
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A fantastic write of the avarice of men and the callousness toward others in their quest. So well worded and rhymed a masterpiece
Thank you so much mi amigo
Dang! This is so beautifully rendered I'm on the fence over whether it's what it seems at first glance or a grand and damning metaphor. With a none too subtly haunting poignancy and excellent imagery, this is too lovely, despite its ghastliness. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for commenting.Much appreciated
Very good words David, the avarice in our world is getting worse each moment in our lives.
Andy
It certainly is. Especially around election time.Thanks for commenting
a poignant poem with a beautiful and true message - well done
Thank you so much
most welcome - have a good day
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