Don’t take your camera out here
People live this, no photo for them
To take friend’s breath.
This dirty place—the Earth.
These dirty people—its Soul.
Hands, feet, stomachs, handshakes, jokes
Fun, love, sex and death. Happiness has no price!We are these people, don’t be a stranger.
The Fish here is for eating, not to sell
Merchants want your hunger, not your wallet
Cook it next door, our friends the chefs,
Share kefta with teens and die
Eating fish caught same morning
And go to heaven on life just ended
Fresher is better, can almost taste the life
Some things you just don’t question
My Sunday fish fry in Sale.
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