You think I am rambling on and on and on

About the prospects of a planet
in danger

About the wildlife species which are forced into

An early passing because of our very own actions

And you ask:

What do you know? My little child?

Yes.

What do I know?

I know that in the short 18 years I have been alive

Things have changed a lot.

This planet looks less green

There are less oxygen giving plants in the amazon forest

There are more cars on the roads outside my house

And more smoke which comes from the backs of their toxin
ejaculating rears

To make the air fill with particles that make

Us cough and ill.

I know that there are less species of

Eukarya, prokarya and eubacteria

And that our furry friends are slowly

Entering their glorified afterlife —

Or so they say.

I see that there are less trees

More streets

More rubbish filling up the islands of landfill

That make swimming and walking and wandering less free.

I know that we are drinking
and eating

Things that we used to cast away 

And that seafood tastes of plastic and they never used to.

I also know that our only home is heating up and

There is so little I can do to solve
this problem

And I can only hear and see my people dying, starving, fleeing

What they know as their life because

There are wars, unemployment, starvation, natural disasters, and

Infertility of the soil because what was most abundant

Like H2O have become a sad,
blue drop

We have to conserve

And Earth is making a combat

At our lack of appreciation at all it has given us. 

Storms, eruptions,
earthquakes, floods

And still some of us can sit

Pompous and stress free

In the genuine leather recliners

Watching all this happen

Like a weekend getaway at the Broadway theaters

Brothers against sisters

Nature against man

All while sipping your decaf latte

And thinking game theory to next beat your opponent

And make the first move in

Welcoming more ka-ching into your Gucci wallet.

Or, I might also know that there is a group of you

Around the mahogany long table

Splitting up rewards of your
next policy

Like cutting a red velvet cake

And the concerns of me, of us

Way, way down

At the bottom of ‘the’ list.

What do I know?

That I am afraid

I am stressed

I am angry

I am disappointed

That at the people who seem to know so much

Are asking this question to me of

‘What do I know?’

I know, that—

This is no longer the world I was born into

nor a world I wish to see in
the future

And most importantly,

I know, the continuation in this path

Will not lead to a future any of us

Want to live in.

What do I know?

I am not a child anymore.

I am not alone in this anymore.

I am not fighting alone anymore.

You are not on your free-
pass anymore.

I will get you to join this.