The Climate Crisis
The glaciers crack like knuckles, slow and loud and mean,
The ocean’s climbing doorsteps in places you’ve never seen.
The forecast calls for fire season stretching into fall,
And the politicians argue while the coastline starts to crawl.
The bees are disappearing, the coral’s turning white,
The summers last forever and the winters lose their bite.
Your grandkids will read about the snow in history books
And wonder why we traded breathing air for dirty looks
From shareholders who measured every forest by the board foot,
Every river by the kilowatt, every future by the soot.