You Kill The River Not The Fish Poem by Antonio Liao

waste dump makes us numb, plant grows
made us a calm, river flows lead us to glow in
the Lilies where they want go

beautiful fish as it swim, in the fresh water
it flaps; breathing as it dances, waiting to
see the angler hook, in a beautiful sway you
are always seen

gills so shinny, bone so flexible to cook, eyes
that looks like a golden moon in the gloomy
nights you will always stay

jump, jump and jump follow the rhythms of
the stream; almost going near to the sea, where
your heart sings and leads me to be happy

as the river goes out its way, turbid where
nobody wants to fish, everyday faces wants
to tease; it’s the clear water you always dump
makes me ugly, for each waste makes me
so funny

why are you not so sensitive to my calls, where
your eyes in fact is not big as me, you’ve made
me lost, nay! the food that is sweet and plenty,
serve and give the table now is empty

look at me now, my eyes is blind in your hands;
accept that you’re not so lucky for the
river now seems not for everybody; they’re all
dead and you come to me to beg

please listen first to my flee …..