I'll not delete your name. Not yet. I want to remember you. Not forget.
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.
It's possible every thing that we do That isn't addressing this burning issue Is utterly pointless, a total waste, Hurtling end-ward with ever more haste. This is a poem that no-one could love. It is what it is. And push came to shove.
If our great planet’s only hope Was people buying bars of soap Not plastic pumps of shower gel, I wonder, would it end up well?
If our path is hard to find We must choose the way most kind