What is it to be hated,
The pariah of the world,
berated,
covered in the slanderous-
muck of insults past.
What does it mean to be despised?
To have a mob of angry villagers-
cast their spit into my eyes.
Cruelness of the world,
be still,
there's hatred in their minds-
gone ill.
I am the monster-
that absorbs the insults of this world,
carries them in my heart forever,
the inevitable form of cancer,
that shall eat at me so long's I live.
I don't know how much I still have left to give-
but I am a hated monster-
who doesn't know how to make the hatred go away.
To the bottom of the ocean,
where the fish can only dream,
to the bottom of the ocean,
to build our graves-
among the sea.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
clutching sand with grasping nails,
to the bottom of the ocean,
our pleas for help-
have sadly failed.
Tuvalu, Tuvalu-
our home and friend,
our birth place-
and end;
we love you.
To the bottom of the ocean,
to the bottom of the coral reef,
where our homes have been neglected-
to rot in silence beneath the sea.
Please don't forget us.
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