By Land if Not by Sea

It’s doubtful arming merchant ships
When pirates— barely radar blips—
Could fire bazookas half a mile
And sink these freighters. All the while,
Confederates, whose sole reward
In life is ransom, climb aboard.

Because they know the shipboard crews
Set sail for firms with yielding views,
The price to set their captives free
Runs in the millions, then they flee
To safety on Somalia’s coast
Where lawlessness plays helpful host.

So what to do when they appear,
To foil them from drawing near?
Let’s shift the battle to their shore:
Patrol the beach as though it's war,
Blockade the ports and board their boats,
Seek RPGs on all that floats.

Forgo the high, expansive sea.
In briny shallows, lest they flee,
Deposit pirates on the bottom.
Worry not it’s you who got’em,
Not the other away around.
The oceans must be safe and sound.