Fishes underneath the sea

Don't they live so quietly?

Even when the waves start thundering,

Their bones are never lured to wondering

What war is raging on above,

What push exploded into shove,

What shell of steel they swim around,

What living man has softly drowned,

What blood has seeped into the salt,

Whose war machine ground to a halt,

Why crowded boats usurp their space,

And terror never has a face.

Don't they live so quietly?

Fishes underneath the sea