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Taken

They came for my friend yesterday. Torches and knives in their hands, dragging him away. The rest of us didn't know where they were taking him to, but we knew we would never see him again. He kicked and fought with all of his strength, he didn't want to go. This was modern day slavery, or worse, genocide. We do not know these people, and why they have brought us here but we know that they do not love us.


It all began one morning, when we were betrayed by our father and brought here. I call him father because, he is the one I had always known as our protector. He would feed us, shelter us, and when one of us was sick, he would take us to the doctor. The morning it began, we were all eating peacefully when father came with canes and flogged us out into the open. Then a stern looking man came down from a vehicle, looked us in the eyes and gave an affirming nod to father. He gave him some cash and we were tied, beaten and forced into a lorry with the stern looking man driving us to where we now are.
Every morning, they come for one of us, with torches and knives. Sometimes they come with canes and sticks and sometimes, they do not. We hear the cries of our brothers reach the skies and then go silent. We do not know if they are dead or alive, we tell ourselves that they are safe but none of us wishes to leave.

This morning, they have come as usual. Today, with a stick. They look around and one of them suddenly grabs me by my legs. I fight with all my strength but another of them joins in, they drag me out. I fight and fight. After a while, I give up. I look around, I am close to a freshly dug hole. A man comes upon me with a knife, holding me firmly to the ground, he attempts to grip my throat. I wonder within myself, "which kind of a being kills an innocent goat?"
Then I resist his grip even harder. Finally, I give up. I realise that these are human beings and I am a goat. I fight and shout, "meeeeeeeeee."
They ignore me.

A woman comes in, she says, "hurry up. We need the asun to be ready before noon."
I do not know exactly how I am able to understand the human language but I do know that by noon, it will be over. The man comes at me with a knife, I fight. I fight some more, I try to bleat but the words escape my mouth. I look around, I see men and blood. I see more blood, my blood.

The End. 

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