The Fish And The Villagers

There was a fish in the water hole .
Where the villagers drink .
Everything was cool,
as long as no one thought a thing.
 
Towards the fish,
No one did go.
As long as they didn't:
The water was clean.
 
But then came the plot,
To catch the fish.
And end it in the pot
or so they wished.
 
Before they could strike.
Their move had been seen .
The fish made a dive.
Rendered the water unclean.
 
Now they can't see the fish.
From the water they can be seen.
Knife,spoon and dish.
And all they had within.
 
The relationship is now severed..
Trust has been breached,
The water hole will never be clear.
And men will never drink.
 
For anytime they come close.
The fish in fear of slaughter.
Raise some cover dust,
And unsettle the water.

just added a few friendly marks, i think it could make the poem flow better in group ideas into less confusing categories.

Now that's a good story. It's like something you could teach to school children.