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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-06-08 | | The Last Visit (upon seeing this distressful picture !) http://www.ozarts.com.au/__data/assets/image/0015/20346/Red_Tree_fish.jpg Can't you see in her eyes, O men and women on the street, the surging sadness, hopelessness and despair you have given her? She roamed the oceans deep like a maid in a daffodil field; she had a clan, a tribe, a family but all, yes all , is now gone! She glances at her ''benefactors'' who don't even have the scruples to cast a look upwards at her heavenly soul; Yes, she's dead and no more, you may call it extinct she's no more the ornament of the sea, she's no more the wealth of the oceans; like her kinfolk she has also been the victim of the greedy humans who killed her great population just to make some dough and fill their burning tummies. Yes, she tasted delicious to the humans who 'slew' them to decorate their dinners wasting a better half of their meat and bones for feeding pigs, dogs, cats and poultry; She was never a poor man's diet neither is any fish the glory of a poor man except a source of subsistence for the poor but heartless fishermen ; the humans killed them all, employed all means and methods of catching them to kill; trawling, trolling ,gill netting ,purse seining , even vacuum fishing ,,,, nothing spared to spare their lives just to satiate the hunger of the rich, the lust for money from every kill! Ah, she and her folks ---all , yes all have gone for eternity from our oceans to the land of eternity! Name it grouper, grunter, bass, cod or croaker ----fish is always fish by whatever name you call it ! She's dead and her soul flies over our cities over our heads but we are least disturbed even to look at her, even to say "'God Bless your Departed soul''! People on the streets are indifferent and unmoved by her appearance a fleshless shadow, a restless flying soul like one has in his mind or imagination that which you call 'deja vous''! With no one to greet her, no one there even bothering to lift his eyes to see her the tongue-less pisces moves ahead harmlessly without disturbing the folks below back to her celestial abode her eyes filled with sheer sadness and disappointment at the ungratefulness of human beings on the gourmet-fillings she had been providing them for centuries in the past; what a fate! what a misery befallen the kingly creature of the sea! Once so dearly loved and prized for her tasty meat so typical of her big-mouth, no one seems to bother about her, no one seems to remember her! Nevrmind, she leaves without anybody heeding to her warning 'O humans ! I;m leaving nevr to come back not even in your dreams! By 2050 you will not have my like any more in your oceans and seas! Keep overfishing, devouring, wasting over catch encashing us like carefree mad men You will soon see fish only in museums'' http://www.ozarts.com.au/__data/assets/image/0015/20346/Red_Tree_fish.jpg
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