Killing a tiger—
that’s violence,
that’s inhuman.
Killing a lion is a crime,
killing a deer is sin.
But fishing—
catching fish—
is entertainment,
peaceful,
a way to connect with nature,
a pastime with friends.
No one calls
fishing inhuman.
Why?
Because fish do not have
vocal cords,
cannot scream,
cannot say,
“I too am alive.”
When one cannot speak,
killing becomes
entertainment,
a way to pass the time.
When society’s fish
cannot scream,
poetry speaks instead.
For the crushed, the oppressed,
poetry has
vocal cords.
Poetry can scream,
raise its voice.
For the voiceless, the powe
rless,
against power, cruelty, tyranny.