(I can't write this as a poem. I'm practically venting on my feelings towards this horrific, tragic event)

It happened, if I remember correctly, in the year 1994. The specific event.
Years ago before that specific date, an African elephant was taken from her family in the wild. The people named her Tyke, a humiliating and unfitting name for an elephant who possesses feeling as acute as a humans; if not, even more acute. She was forced, beaten and intimidated, to perform circus stunts solely for human entertainment in a hostile atmosphere. Other elephants were shown, chained and deprived of any interaction except for beatings or blows.
Tyke was spirited: she had her own path which did not follow the path given to her by the human animal trainers. She was reported to thrice have broken from captivity during circus events and thrice was safely managed and put back under control. After such dramatic and eye-opening events, did the people realise that her behaviour was dangerous, unpredictable? No. They were too unbelievably stupid to do so. One would expect a human, taken from their family at a young age and beaten and forced to perform humiliating tricks or chores, to rebel against their tormentors, to break free from their suffering and say "I've had enough." Why can't the puny minds of humans understand that the same is with animals. Elephants. Elephants; the animals who grieve by their dead species bones, the animals who are probably the most like us in feeling and emotion. Wouldn't they act the same as humans? Yes, yes they would.
In 1994, the circus arrived at Honolulu, Hawaii. During the performance, Tyke broke loose and physically attacked her trainer, kicking him and using her trunk to inflict damage: he was killed. Another person was treated the same way by the frenzied and tormented creature. I am not ashamed to say, that whilst watching this scene on television, I felt no sympathy, no remorse at all for the people whom she attacked. It was impossible to; not after the treatment they inflicted upon her. Not after the terrible events of her life; taken from her family and forced to act contrary to the natural behaviour of wild elephants. And Tyke was wild, they should've noticed it.
But, they should've realised that after taking a creature from the wild, from a loving family and using constant terror and brutality to force it to perform humiliating and agonising stunts, this elephant would break free. And they didn't.
After a rampage through the streets, Tyke was corned by the police. After being shot no less than eighty six times, Tyke collapsed and died.
This could've been prevented. I feel no sadness for her dead trainer or injured groomer, my empathy lies towards Tyke; an elephant who was killed because she followed her instincts and longed to be free.