Glaciers are melting 

Temperatures are rising

Why aren’t people changing

We still drive cars

We still burn fossil fuels

Hope seems as far away as the stars

For every step we take  

One is taken away from our children

And this makes my heart ache

The ‘next generation’s problem’

Will be your flesh and blood’s problem

Something has to change

Someone needs to make a change

I will make a change

This poem is about: 
Our world


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