I am a black rhinoceros. I lived in South Africa’s Hluhluwe-Imfolozi Park. Poachers killed me for my horn. They shot me with high-caliber bullets. There are only 5000 of us left. I am dead because good men and women looked away. I am dead because of greed. I am dead because the powerful elite in every nation collaborate to succeed. I can speak no more, so will you kindly speak for me.
Ellington Ellis (2016)