Koalas

Their fur as soft as a feather,

And their skin ripped off for leather

As the population decreases,

Our environment falling into pieces

Since we have been selfish and rude,

Karma has us screwed

These cruel people must pay,

“We’ll figure it out later” they say

But what if there is no later?

I can’t make this any straighter

Their homes burning down in bushfires,

You are all liars

A lot of damage has already been done,

Even though this has only just begun

Please help them, they’re crying

These harmless Koalas are dying.