The Pollution-Filled Ocean

Little fishes swimming in the ocean, 

Everything calm and cool, 

But then comes a foul stench, like a poisoning potion, 

And all the sea creatures swarm wildly in order to escape the broad pool, 

They swim this way and that way, 

Going lunatic and rushing for clean water to breathe in, 

The unilluminated, murky water struggling to keep them at bay,

It lingers around for a few more moments before it goes away, 

So now the little fishes swimming in the ocean

Are able to stay alive, 

They begin to say, 

“We don’t want any more of this torture”

Trying to give the humans a lecture, 

Surprisingly they listen,

Or do they?