I have two questions
I must seek the answer
I've spent hours, hours I can't get back
So please do your best to answer it
And please give either a yes or no
Okay? Okay!
First off,
Why must there be so much suffering?
Humans have thrived for so long
But before that, we were nothing
We knew how hunger felt like
We knew how thirst felt like
So why are we digging our and our children's graves?
It seems you'll like to depart soon
But your children don't think the same as you
Are that selfish?
Secondly,
Why are we destroying our only home?
We only have one place to thrive
This place was a gift
Like other gifts, this one was taken for granted
The ocean is now a sea of plastic and waste, a perversion of the original plan
Whatever, there's still some hope
Some hopeless hope
All we do is complain about our sorry state
But no one tries to tackle the issue, how hopeless
There you go humanity, your fate and this world's lie in your rough hands. Would you make the right choice, or the dreadfully wrong one? I can't wait to see the devastation on your faces. Well, I wouldn't mind the beaming joy either. Anyway, I'll be on the other side always watching you. Good luck.
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The Sloth's Voice
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written by a sloth. Sloths are known for being slow, this one is not an exception. With that being said, please sit back and enjoy the show. Note: All pictures and videos used belong to their respective owners.
