I am colors, I am health,
I am food, I am wealth.
I am dying, turning white,
Quickly fading, out of sight.
Don’t you hear me, muted out?
Biodiversity in a bout.
A bout of bleaching,
Afraid, my friend.
Why aren’t you teaching about my end?
You do this to me without regret.
Not bothering to try to reset.
Zooxanthelle gave food each day.
Essential algae, now stripped away.
Stripped by the heat you kill me with.
Your ocean cities, my colonies, won’t exist.
Survive? I won’t. Not with these chains.
Because you won’t try to make change.