The Mighty Devil

The mighty devil, shining bright throughout flourishing shrubs and bushes.

I hear the machinery destroying the mighty devils’ forest, these poor animals exist like any other thing.

Trees fall, branches snap, their poor habitat falling apart into tiny shreds as if like a hurricane.

I see their small, bright bodies trying to run across the road, I want to help before it’s too late.

Sadly, these beasts suffer from the facial tumour disease, we still don’t have a cure for it.

I see their family and friends all suffering and dropping like flies, I’m scared this might be the end for them.

I hear their magnificent tiger-like roar echoing across the forest.

CRASH! BANG! BOOM!

 All the machinery has wiped everything out like a monster truck.

We all keep trying, is this the end?

I tried to help all I could but our luck is up.

 Let’s save these mighty devils it could be the end for them.