Please!
Please help me, my children
For I have not much time left..
My surface skin grows deep cancers,
brittle bones now break.
Waters once flowing as my blood,
are drying up or poisoned, forever gone.
Blistering with fevers, days, months and now years long,
Please, I'm burning, make it stop!
I weep for you my children,
Though I cannot make tears
Toxic oxygen envelopes me,
slowly choking,
there's no clean air...
Please!...