by Mithiran Ravindran
Like a humungous fish,
I am made for the sea,
My fins go swish
My body weaves through the cascading waves
For the previously crystal-clear sea I crave
The currents of the ocean,
Go mad with pollution
I lie here on the land,
covering with my crimson blood, the sand
My insides are hollow
How I long for krill,
But it is me they kill
The sand is spattered over my body
A wet blanket hides the vast azure sky.
Rain spits from the skies above,
I wish I could see a dove
The symbol of peace and love.
The rain doesn't matter,
I have not one single care on this inhuman sphere,
The humans return with their battering batons,
These soulless creatures never help, only hinder.
My last drop of blood is beaten out of me
By crashing clubs
My heart pounds and pumps,
In my throat is a lump
Approaching rapidly is my menacing death,
My mark on this earth
This is my last breath...
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