Gather up, you creatures of the light,
Vermin and critters, take your flight,
Giants of the soil, rise from the depths,
Sentients of darkness, where despair hath slept
Emerge, for the horizon scrapes the sky,
A cursed dawn as hope begins to die,
Rivers of the bank now flow with dread,
Run not in joy, but in tears, tears shed
Wind of the earth, relentless n' grand
Now rummage our motherland
Bearing the scar of man's dark design
As hope escapes our promise land malign
But as all is going to earth,
And our home is lost to dirt,
In the void of despair, a glimmer so brittle,
A punchline of fate, a cosmic skittle
Our last and only hope is that symbol,
A hashtag of irony in a world so nimble,
A twist of dark humor in our plight's rebirth,
The call is #Earth.
C.K
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