At the bottom of the sea <br />a tribunal <br />to punish the crimes of the white shark <br />rows of teeth like bricks of nocturnal <br />anchors that traded the racial spark. <br /> <br />We nailed the gangster during his dinner. <br />A witness missing an arm or a leg, <br />sold the ring to buy a healthy finger <br />to point at the guilt, its ship, its wreck. <br /> <br />The shark was quiet during the trial. <br />He yawned and played with a blemish. <br />The maimed attorney wanted to file <br />her client never swallowed a fish. <br /> <br />Why are the eyes so humanly white, <br />why do they bulge, so flat a face? <br />Why are my arms so long and tight, <br />why do they need a shark to embrace? <br /> <br />Can't let the hunter vanish forever! <br />How can inferior species grow? <br />Seas will be filled with skin leper, <br />beggars will hold the holy bow. <br /> <br />At the bottom of the sea <br />erected a pyre <br />to burn the book of the white shark. <br />The dull plankton was born to admire <br />an escape tunnel I dig in the dark.<br /><br />Andy Shqiptar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-the-great-white-shark/
