Angered is a pearl
Ripe tide ripes, fraught hands from ships
Dive below to fish, fish, fish
For gems of the sea
To Men such as he
Are not just free, but custody
It’s a snatch, it’s a grab, it’s a poke, it’s a stab
These games from infant's hands
All aboard, the men are back to shore
To sell sell sell
The guts of the shell
But what's this, a clenched fist?
This wasn’t part of the game?
No matter to us, no change, no fuss
The outcome is all the same
How angered is a pearl built to unfurl?
So sad not to know of your ilk
But it ripples through the sea, the pearl, and he
Will take like a child to milk
