The Great Whites

Out swimming, in shark infested waters,
To learn more about the dangerous beasts.
I come across a great white shark,
The voices say 'feast'.

I stand, nervous inside my cage,
As the great whites swim around.
More peaceful than the others I have encountered,
I watch peacefully, the sharks are abound.

One swims directly in front of the cage,
I put my hand out, and feel the rough skin of the shark,
The chained gloves protect my hands,
I look carefully and see a few cut marks.

The scars from hunters attempting to kill the sharks,
Left against the rough skin of an unlucky one,
Still surviving fortunately as they are endangered,
Maybe it was for hunting, or even just for fun.

The fins get cut off and sold at markets,
Cheap shark meat, they kill them all.
Thousands a day, while bodies are dumped,
Many stalls for the fins alone in a hall.

Do not kill them, they do not intend to harm,
The great whites being one of the rarest species of shark left,
Are being killed off too quickly,
Being used for the fins, it's just a petty theft.