Trapped!

People bemoan the fate of the cows
And chickens that humans consume;
Often the lives of these creatures aren't much -
From birth, they are headed for doom.

Yet what of the lobsters and mussels and clams?
It's true, they're not prodded or zapped;
But isn't it sad that one minute they're free
And next thing they know, they are trapped?

I guess they are lucky before that occurs -
They roam free or cling to the rocks,
Never once thinking they'll soon find themselves
In cages or nets on the docks.

I'm sitting here gazing at lobster trap buoys,
Aware that for some it's too late;
Though today they are trolling the ocean's sand floor,
Tonight they'll be on someone's plate!