Whispers of a Moorish Idol

I wish I could leave with them,

Those bizarre looking aliens here.

They come here to visit us sometimes,

I wonder why they come so near.

Even though we don’t speak the same language,

I think in some ways they’re similar to me.

Can they tell that we need help?

Or that my family’s dying from sea to sea?

The corals keep disappearing here,

The waters burn my skin and eyes,

I keep trying to tell them my story,

But why can’t they hear our cries?

I wonder if their world is like this too,

If they even know what it’s like.

To lose your home, your neighbourhood, your friends,

To be completely alone.

Please help us tell our stories,

Or else soon I’ll be gone.