Sordid Tale

Sun goes down
But I'll still be here
Netted puckered fish
Dancing to the escaping wisdom
Wriggling at the sword of the producer
Flipping its tail
The flag of patriotism
On a staff of shame
Tethering and quivering
Down and out now with a trodden face
Horses of the wind
Broken for a graze
And the music within
Lullabies in no grace
Netted and pierced
Fluid so bitter with fear
World may go and my family breed
I'll still be here
Hung in there
With open eyes and lost creed