A rat’s voice:
My journey ends here.
I wanted to live a little longer,
The humans left us no space.
My mother told us stories of how they used to play hide and seek in this forest which was here and the way they used to chill in a lion’s mane when it got cold.
I’m now in a concrete jungle,
shivering, under this huge machine,
It’s cold.
I’ve seen similar machines before,
What’s sad is, after it passes by,
a member of our family is crushed beneath it.
Maybe that’s why I’m so alone now,
I cannot share my pain with anyone.
A human is probably thinking of the next machine to purchase.
Look at us. Think of us.
I forgive you for destroying our home. Please save yours, the Earth.
Goodbye friend.
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