This pool, this salty shrine, This place from whence all good things come — This is my home. Like all of you, I bask and breed And swim from day to day; I juggle eggs and food, Absorb the sunlight when I can, And rarely take the time to think and brood Upon that larger world, This gulf ‘twixt shrimp and man. But now, at last, I rise to speech and action, Driven by injustice grave and dark. For evil doth intrude upon our tranquil pond, And must no longer pass thus unremarked. “Sea Monkeys,” humans say, and in so…