Save The Great White Shark Poem by Andy Shqiptar

At the bottom of the sea
a tribunal
to punish the crimes of the white shark
rows of teeth like bricks of nocturnal
anchors that traded the racial spark.

We nailed the gangster during his dinner.
A witness missing an arm or a leg,
sold the ring to buy a healthy finger
to point at the guilt, its ship, its wreck.

The shark was quiet during the trial.
He yawned and played with a blemish.
The maimed attorney wanted to file
her client never swallowed a fish.

Why are the eyes so humanly white,
why do they bulge, so flat a face?
Why are my arms so long and tight,
why do they need a shark to embrace?

Can't let the hunter vanish forever!
How can inferior species grow?
Seas will be filled with skin leper,
beggars will hold the holy bow.

At the bottom of the sea
erected a pyre
to burn the book of the white shark.
The dull plankton was born to admire
an escape tunnel I dig in the dark.