Fisher At The Shore Poem by John Collins Areyayefa
Fisher At The Shore
Fisher at the shore
From this birth
Men has grown but feed is rare
Thousands a choice and
The sea he opt
A thousand times he threw his drag-net, naire
The one with dorsal fin console his troubled soul
This meal has not tamed the war in the belly
The necessary jewel joined the journey.
The young shall call soon
And multiply my woes
John Collins Areyayefa
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