Shark fin soup

The fish that Most everyone hates Its name, The Shark The dislike has Been around, near forever But only with “Jaws” Did it turn from dislike to hate At first we killed For sport or out of fear Now we kill for The sharks fins Dorsal, pectoral, pelvic, anal and caudal (tail) The shark is caught sometimes on (long) line, sometimes in nets It is brought on board Out of the life giving sea Into the suffocating air The shark is held in place Sometimes killed, sometimes not The fins are cut off One at a time First the largest Then down in size Until the Smallest in size is cut off The shark without fins Is just a shape Called a fusiform And similar to a cone and a tube That once was whole But now is not It is skin, organs, muscle, skeleton Mouth and brain It is no longer alive and well Its fins are gone The shark is thrown over the ships side This shark is dying The death will come from Weeks of agonizing starvation Hours of breathless suffocation Or the shark which was once predator Will become prey for the first and last time Eaten by what it once ate The scavengers will put it out of its dying misery In minutes of painfully getting eaten alive This was all started With one knife One line or net One person Just for a single Bowl of soup Said to give prestige and status A single hundred dollar Bowl of soup That is not often called Shark fin But Fish wing or Prestige Fish No one knows Nobody cares That to make that bowl of soup