The tears were for the whale, but the thoughts were for all those with mental health problems on the streets of London.

I cried because the whale died,

Stranded, lost and helpless.

The open sea should be his home,

but he had come to London.

I cried because the whale died,

a mighty beast, and graceful.

In proper place with peace of mind,

he conquered all about him.

I cried because the whale died,

lost in the hands of helpers.

Thrashing out and twitching.

Communication lost to him.

I cried because the whale died,

out of place and voiceless.

He came because his mind was lost.

Compassion couldn't find it.