Their nets of hope are empty

Fishermen laid the nets and just idled in the sea
And what they brought to the shore in their catamarans?
It's really understood that fish have formed a strong trade union,
And their motive is remain in the sea bed.
Your thin line never touches the bottom brother!
And they expect human flesh in the bait one day.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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