Tasmanian Devil

Everyone is falling, dropping like flies.

Called the devil but we are nothing like Satan. 

I travel alone but the dead still haunt me.

I am scared that I'll be next…

Hunted were we long ago,

By the Australian dingos.

One by one we disappeared, 

Until my little land was all we had.

Safe from the dingos.

But death kept coming,

And our screams tried to fight it.

Our land is becoming smaller, boxing us in,  

The exterminator is coming.

The disease is spreading,

25000 of us is all we have left.

Will we be saved or will we be dead?

I am scared that I'll be next…