Marine Land

Confined below water, the fish become fodder,
Trapped under the seas, to be food for me,
Destined to breathe the oceans full of debris,
Polluted.
Only food for me, for no one else.

Covered with scales, this defense fails,
The tools of man destroy, the weakened koi,
And the fish I retrieve from my ocean farm,
Poisoned.
Only to hurt me, and no one else.