A Net And The Fishermen Poem by Abdullahi Suleiman Otiwe

When the fish are suppose to sleep
I who rare them is awake to see
How they shall obey my orders
So gently, gently I must lured them
To sleep to wake at the wake of dawn
Because tomorrow is a marrow in bones
Yet the obsessed fish annoy me
Forcing my lung out to the throat
Sleep, sleep so as to wake at dawn
Have you no pity for my fate?

When the fish are suppose to sleep
I who labour their feeds have no rest
Yet they swim and dive till dawn
Falling victims of fishermen's hooks
Embracing the night in all my pains
Yet at dawn shall sleep till dusk
When I might be busy labouring
To prepare ahead of their catch
Yet the fishermen do not like me
So gently, gently I groan for my fate
A man but a net in hands of fishermen
And sure to be thrown when obsolete
But the fishermen demand life assurance
With some immunities to use the baits
I shall labour in vain if they're favoured.