The Bad Men Took Me Away
I'm trapped. They took me from my family. I cried and they screamed and begged the bad men not to take me. They didn't listen. They drowned out the desperate calls of my family.
They tried to take my brother too. He didn't survive the process. My mother watched it happen. All of it.
She tried to save us but there was nothing she could do except watch the bad men take us from her. I'm sorry, mum.
I tried to fight them but there were just so many and they were hurting me, I was so scared and I called out to you and I wanted to get to you so badly but we couldn't stop them.
After they took me away, they put me on the back of their truck and brought me here. It was agony. I knew the stories and legends told about this place, but I convinced myself they weren't true.
I didn't want them to be true, but this is real. It's so real. When we arrived here, they put me in this cell. It's so small, I can't breathe. I can barely move.
They bring people in to stare at me, they spend hours gawking and shouting. The bad men make the people pay to come and see me perform. I don't get a choice in whether I do it or not.
I'm so frightened.
There are others here, too. Most of them are sick or dying because the bad men don't help them. I miss my mum. I miss swimming freely in the ocean with my family.
My once beautiful dorsal fin is starting to droop to one side. My black and white skin is in excruciating pain from the burns caused by the blistering sun that shines on me all day.
They've started making stuffed toys that look like me to sell to children,
I guess in a desperate ploy to convince their little minds that I'm cute and happy so they shouldn't feel bad about witnessing my suffering.
They put my picture on their little t-shirts with "Seaworld" written below to convince others they should give the bad men money to come and see me too. I want to be free.
Please don't leave me here.