This is a short poem written from the perspective of a climate refugee.
Dear people across the sea,
How is the weather in your country?
Is it arid, or is it raining,
Or is it bright and sunny daily?
When you dig with your hands,
Do you find water beneath the land?
Is a little downpour the dart,
That tears your life apart?
Does a clear sky appear to you too
Like the calm before the storm?
Or is it only here that flooded
surroundings
Have just become another norm?
I know you think we’re being paranoid,
So please know this:
We didn’t choose to be in a boat,
But our country is simply no more.
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