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In summer, in a rocky cove,

     As waves beat on the shore,
A merman sits upon a rock

     And listens to its roar.

 Away from human life he sits,

     His life unlike our own.
Exploitation, power and wealth:

     To him, they’re things unknown.

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He gazes at the distant town -

     A world where humans dwell.
It shelters not the quiet sea-folk

     Who live beneath the swell.

He’s seen the damage caused by man -

     His sea-world torn apart -
And the harm done to marine wildlife

     Must surely break his heart.

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The oceans of our world, his home,

     Have had their hearts torn out.
Polluted, over-fished are they,

     By man, there is no doubt.

We fill our ocean beds with waste -

     With plastics and with oil.
The home wherein marine life lives

     It seems mankind must spoil.

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The coral reefs within his world

     Now die beneath the waves.
Their brightly coloured fish have gone;

      The sandy bed, their graves.

They slaughter sharks, rip off their fins,

     To make their shark-fin soup.
To deeds like this, the quiet merfolk

     Would never ever stoop.

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Huge nets now trawl his ocean home

      To gather all beneath  
And a world, completely ruined by man,

      Is what mankind bequeaths.

In summer, in a sheltered cove,

     The merman sits and grieves
And Planet Earth cries out in pain,

      Its heart ripped out by thieves.

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