Oh, Taara

Oh, Taara.

You poor thing. They chain you up. They strap a city on your back. You can't shake it off. Every glide, flap, swim you take hurts you more than the last. I wish you could take a break and rest your soul. But they force you to work, tirelessly. For three thousand years you've been swimming.

How could these people do such a thing. Your brothers and sisters roam free, yet you live this life. Oh, Taara. How I wish I could help you. I will fight for you.

One day we will save you. Take you to a nice place, away from these horrible people. You'll be free, alongside your brothers and sisters who too work for these terrible overlords. You can enjoy your golden years in a beautiful paradise, with all the food you want, rest as much as you please, swim as much as you can. You'll never be forced to do anything again.