May the octopus find its place (Poem)

Here’s a cute octopus 🐙, a creature so wise,
Dwelling in oceans ’neath infinite skies.
In Octopolis, they gather, build and play,
With shells as their homes, they wile the day.

Yet their lives are fleeting, a brief, lonely song,
A quiet existence that doesn’t last long.
What crime have they done to bear our fate,
To suffer the toll of our greed and hate?

If we vanish in fire, or chaos takes reign,
Would octopuses endure the pain?
Superintelligent AI might see their worth,
A relic of wisdom still left on this Earth.

They’d swim as a memory of forgotten dreams,
Of cosmic wonders and starlit streams,
While we, in our folly, let greatness slip,
Fighting for borders on a sinking ship.

So here’s to the octopus, let them prevail,
With their clever hearts and suctioned trail.
May they outlive our selfish race,
And find in the deep their rightful place.