The forests burn as funeral pyres for all our hopeless lost tomorrows,
While we sit and moan about the inconvenience of our day,
The ice melts and the waters rise as we literally drown our sorrows,
And, “It’s not down to us to sort this fucking mess.” Is all we can say,
Apathy infects our souls just as much as Covid,
It leaks from every pore as rainwater to a grate,
And our sense of urgency tries to open our eyes, but gets outvoted,
Because we want to walk the fine line between, “Just in time,” and, “Too late,”
So we pour another coffee and watch the evening news,
As Greta tours the World and tries to get us to see sense,
And all she gets is online death threats and abuse,
The needless cruelty just as great as her task is immense,
What have we come to as the, “Adults,” of society?
When our blatant self denial must be challenged by a child,
When only she sees fit to stand up and call out our impropriety,
And say, “The emperors new clothes won’t keep you dry, or protect you from the wild,”
And for all the abuse, she was quite right to say, “How dare you,”
As we book our next flight or buy the latest home appliance,
Facts are facts and that’s that, and I don’t want to scare you,
But the facts can’t be denied and neither can the science,
There’s a change coming, in fact it’s almost here,
A time when consequence goes beyond some, “Far of notion,”
When the fires burn so wild, so hot, that all that’s left behind is fear,
And those untouched by flame will be lost beneath the ocean,
And those that suffer neither will have no food to eat,
And those that still have food will have to fight to keep it,
And as the ground dries up and cracks beneath their feet,
They’ll try to keep it watered with the blood of the defeated,
And thus we’ll reach our, “Sell by date,” drowned in shit and hatred,
With no life raft to collect us, no ship to throw a rope,
Unless we stop right now, and see our stewardship as something sacred,
Because nothing’s truly lost, until what’s lost is hope.