The Colourful Coral

This is not me,

This is not you,

This can’t be us,

But those humans threw us under a bus.

We can't cope with the ever increasing heat, 

under the surface, we are losing our colour.

Being buried litre by litre

But you won't help, to busy online,

Playing some nasty game, it's not fine. 

I'm the colourful coral. 

Not anymore.