Save Our Sharks

Silent rulers of the sea 

They glide beneath the crashing waves 

Torpedoes gracefully hunting their prey 

But the hunter becomes the hunted 

A long way from home, on distant shores 

The beaches are full of death 

Torsos lay limbless and lifeless as waves roll them about 

Bodies bashing and crashing against coral reef beds 

Men cut off the fins, leaving bodies to decay 

Packaging them up to send far away, across treacherous mountains of water 

They now hang in markets, a gruesome scene 

Waiting to be cooked into soup 

The rulers reduced to nothing; their beauty bartered for profit 

But the price of the soup is not the only price we pay 

Save our sharks!