The Pod


We are the pod of the sea.

We glide through oceans effortlessly.

We are approaching our destination,

To feast upon yummy crustaceans.


We are not without sorrow,

As we end our journey,

For evil fishermen have taken

One of our own prematurely.


We still glide on,

To our safe haven.

Even with our love gone,

we will not turn craven.


Because we are the pod,

Don't you see?

We are strong,

We fight to be FREE!




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