Poem of one small island

One small island,

Small and dry land,

Lots of lives,

Lives that thrive,

But now,

Most will die,

Cats and mice,

Rabbits and knives,

Humans have come,

To kingdom come,

Native species,

Now turned to feces,

Used for oil,

Decomposed to soil,

All is lost,

All is dust,

But now,

Some we can trust,

After years of rust,

We finally can rest in no fuss.