by Half of one,
Equals a quarter of another.
This is why this Earth seems to shudder.
Like the blinds in my room,
It shakes and it moves.
When will it be too much?
If we keep on going,
Who knows what we’ll be showing,
Our kids.
I guess the ground is rising,
The top is really gassing me up.
It’s harder to breathe and especially,
In the places, we help.
We need to condemn,
What is making all this mess.
And maybe it won’t be our fault.
I swear this is not what anyone could see.
But now it seems too clear.
Sadness will fill us,
Heartbreak will contain us,
And we soon won’t even be here.
Every generation’s worse,
Our feelings strong and curse
The way we take care of it.
Don’t half do your job,
It is not a right or wrong,
We need to do something now.