The fisher brethren poor,casting nets in the sea
Recounting their heroic fish hunting lores together
Quaffed chill toddy from Earthen pots.
Flew over then a plane,
and showered bombs of fire.
The fisher folk all jumped into the waves
Then that giant motor
Circled over the church,
The sexton rang the bell, and all the Christians assembled.
Anon the thing, above the mosque
began to round again.
The prayer call rose and the young and old
All the Muslims assembled.
Aiming at the Temple Flag-post
Then the plane soared high;
with sword and spear in hands
Sentries surrounded the shrine
The hamlet remained desolate.
Anon, there, the plane stood affix
on four legs made of iron.
A gigantic engine carrying a pillar
Rumbled revolving in air
Six or seven pipes crept down from it,
And sucked off the 'black-sand' away.
Myriad hands swayed
Twirling in the air;
All the wealth that was in the hamlet poor,
was seized with in moments...
The engine's four legs
Four gigantic pillars
slowly rose and winged away.
The fisher-folk all then
emerged on the shore.
All those gathered in temple, mosque, and church
came out and stood agape.
Smoke filled in the mid skies
And 'the engine' has crossed the seven seas.
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