Humans, look to that fresh and clean water.
In there, I may build my home and shelter.
But please, never take it away from me
For I want to promise my family
That we won’t die from pollution
And our race will be kept from extinction.
O busy humans please grant my request
Before it’s too late and we are all messed.
I cry! I cry! Please listen to me now!
Have you forgotten your first human vow?
You swore that you will be responsible
And that you’ll always be available
To do your job as a human being.
So please, don’t let your good conscience from dying.
Obed dela Cruz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-from-a-fish/
