Care or was it fair?

Calm and serene with a smile on my lips
Looking at my plate of fish and chips
Train of thought derailed by food
All contemplations placed under the hood
Inside my mouth saliva runs wild
For the dish's fragrance was not mild
Piece by piece fish goes up and then down
A living being disappears with no one to mourn
Though fishes have a few to support
No one guards the potato's fort
Fishes are necessary for oceans to prosper
Farmer prospers by selling the tuber
Fish on a dish may disgust many
To cry for a potato sounds funny
Violence is not violence in all cases
No one cares for what the potato faces

People care for some, ignore the rest
"Its a fair world" will not pass the test
Everything one sees in this world
Lay hidden within one's folds
Beliefs that we trust in are formed
Through prejudices, well framed
While one cares for a few
Others are not given their due
Violence follows violence with no care
For its not our life, so it's all fair
Happy fishes saddened by nets
Taters waiting for their turn in their beds
Deep in my head no smiles exist
Buried memories, though unpleasant I can't resist
Swimming here and there; running into each other
Till I can bear it no more.