Fished
out of the water,
Dragged
for our skin-
Just
to make pretty clothes,
This
happens to my kin!
We
are caught by nets
At
the edge of the water,
Pulled
out and lured,
Soon
to be sent for slaughter.
Our
skin, I hear, makes nice bags-
But
do those buy them know,
What
we go through,
Just
for the nice dresses with big price tags?
Our
home, the water,
Transforms
into a place of slaughter-
As
our throats are bled,
The
beautiful blue water turns bright red!
As
my friends’ bodies shudder,
With
their last breaths,
I
think what harm we did to humans,
To
be victims of this slaughter and death?
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