My lungs are on fire but like second hand smoke this cancer was not started by me. I give trees and fields and streams of tears flowing into oceans of love for you and your fellows you hardly see as friends. You who thinks you reign supreme over all others you share this body with, yet they are the only ones that actually stand with me. For me. Your speciesism is as evident as your selfish moves making capital on every inch of my body you touch, you take. But listen. My lungs are breathing air for you and my friends, and though I’ll be sad to see their end, I will burn a fever so high that none will survive. I will burn this virus called humans to save my barren soul and soil. This is way past a warning, this is a scream at the top of my burning lungs that if you don’t stop this outrageous wasting of life the life that will be lost is yours.