It's Not Too Late Poem by Sila Bakoutana

I’m slowly dying, please help

I am crumbling, I am melting

I will soon over-flow with the crying tears of Antarctica

I can barely breathe, I’m losing my friends

You’re cutting my friends down for profit

Your killing my pets, I have but very few left

WHY?

Why won’t you look after me as I do you?

Soon you will have no air to breath

I’m trying to hold out as long as I can

I’m keeping strong for you

But you’re not helping

Help me, I need help

Hear my cry

I am dying

But it’s not too late