Politicians! Everyone! Listen to my cry
I’m the child of Climate Change and
I’m too young to die!
Wildfires, hurricanes, melting ice and flood.
We pay the price for ignorance: paying with our blood.
Marching might not be enough. Surely, it’s a start.
It might not change the planet but, could it change your heart?
In every nation, every town, children stand as one
They haven’t all the answers. True. Yet, does anyone?
They’ve grabbed our shoulders, shaken us, tried to make us see
The things we’re ‘Oh So Mad About’, just aren’t worth toffee.
Wake us from our apathy, misguided rage or fears;
Kindle hearts with dawning hope we haven’t felt in years.
Maybe we need children now, to make us hear the truth;
Maybe what we need the most is optimistic youth.
They walk in peace, not anger. Not with force nor might
And they may win this argument, just by being right.
It’s time for us to change this world.
It’s time we all were trying.
For I’d rather see kids protesting
Than watch them slowly dying.