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The world dims, a slow fade into a sorrowful gray. I stand alone, the very last of my kind, a monument to a species lost. My breaths come shallow, a rasp against the silence of extinction. Listen, for this is the final elegy, a lament for the beauty we were, a warning for the future you hold in your careless hands.

The savanna stretches out, a vast emptiness where once thundered the charge of my kin. Now, only the wind whispers through the tall grass, a mournful sigh echoing my own. No calves frolic at my side, no females graze in the golden light. The silence is a crushing weight, a constant reminder of what is gone, what can never be again.

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I was the last male of my magnificent species and now I am gone,

Men have hunted my kind, used my body parts ironically for their life saving drugs, our torsos as trophies, alas the damage is irreparable, our time on the planet is done,

Mother Earth is writhing in pain, you have ravaged her in the name of science and progress, she too is in her death throes,

Forget about us Northern White Rhinos, we did not stand a chance against bullets and poachers but why are you humans adding to your woes,

Mother Earth has been around for nearly 4.5 billion years or more,

She has been through worse, you too shall perish while She shall re-emerge like a phoenix from the ashes once more,

I bid thee farewell, this is the final bell, reminding you of impending hell.

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AND A VARIANT FOLLOWS….

Alone I stand, a relic of the past,
The last of my kind, a shadow fading fast.
Men’s hunger endless, a greed that knows no bound,
My kin they plundered, leaving scars profound.

With horns like polished moonlight, once so proud,
Now lie as trophies, cold upon the ground.
My hide, a tapestry of nature’s art,
Bartered for baubles, torn from my beating heart.

Earth, cradled goddess, groans beneath their weight,
Her forests plundered, beauty turned to hate.
They claim their progress, a future bought in sin,
But blind to the cracks where their own world cracks in.

We fall, forgotten, whispers on the breeze,
But Earth remembers giants lost with ease.
From ancient slumber, she will rise anew,
While man’s pyre burns, a fleeting, fragile hue.

This final breath, a message etched in air,
A plea for wisdom, a call to mend, with care.
For progress built on ashes leaves no room,
Farewell, oh humans, lest you share our tomb.

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