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"Home"
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I hear the sound of fire
Crackling in the air
The wind, the flames
The breaking of timbers
Crashing everywhere
I see the color of ashes
Underfoot,
The gray, the black
The pile of nothingness
Of smoke turned into soot.
Seventy five years in a house
A home
My home
A lifetime of things, belongings
Gone because we failed to be stewards
Of the Earth
The elements swallowed us
The curse of easy money
Followed us
Seeped under our skin
The oil, the gas
Worthless brass
When compared to a house
A home
My home
I feel the memories of youth
Of middle age
Old age
Disappearing
I’m fearing
We can’t go back
We squandered the riches we once had
A house
A home
A planet…
My home.
"Royalties in the Twilight of a Dying Century"
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In the twilight of a dying century,
We inherited a world on fire,
Glaciers weeping into rising seas,
Earth’s fever climbing ever higher.
We watched in silence as smokestacks
Belched their poison into the sky,
While powerful people debated, denied,
Let precious decades slip by.
We are the children of a warming world,
Born in a legacy of change,
Arbitrary lines on maps and shades of skin
Suddenly seem strange.
In the face of Nature’s fury, our differences fade away,
united by the struggle for survival day by day.
We grew up watching ancient forests fall,
Species vanish without trace,
Our wild spaces are now paved,
Concrete spreading at a dizzying pace.
In boardrooms high above the boulevards,
Rash decisions sealed our fate,
Those who saw only profit margins left us to suffocate.
From busy cities to remote islands,
We’re all in this together,
Bound not by borders but by the air we breathe
And the storms we weather.
When hurricanes howl and wildfires rage,
Consuming all they touch,
Will the color of our skin or our birthplace matter much?
We came of age in a world of plastic seas and skies choked with smog, Pacifying a planet sick and weary, stumbling through the fog.
While politicians argued over imagined racial divides,
Our shared home burned and flooded, with nowhere left to hide.
We are the last generation. We must quell this tide.
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No caps to melt, no river flow.
My plastic eating friend the crow.
Mama, where did my mountain go?
Oh Mama, where did my mountain go?
Summer nights, skies red aglow.
Like wildfire, guilt will grow.
Mama, where did my mountain go?
Oh Mama, where did my mountain go?
Island father, sacred of snow!
Children’s seeds, not worth to sow!
Island father, sacred of snow!
Children’s seeds, not worth to sow!
Mama! Mama! Where did my mountain go?
I live an earth they will never know
I live an earth they will never know
Mama, where did my mountain go.
"Fence Line"
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There’s a fence line in my neighborhood
That I follow every night.
I’m afraid I could follow it forever
Past ornamentals, a weedy thistle
Making fracture lines in the sidewalk
An invader, an agitator thriving
In the drought, flood, fire, storm
I walk along the fence line in my neighborhood
Past a stroller bearing red-cheeked twins
They’re beautiful but all I can see
Is a red, the red line
On the graph of all our futures
All I can feel is the red flush of anxiety
What will their future be?
I turn back along the fence line
And wonder, does she, as a mother, also wonder
Am I irresponsible
To bring a child into a burning world?
Am I responsible
For decisions made decades before?
I watch the horizon glow at the end
Of the fence line in my neighborhood
Is it a burning red or the sanguine glow
Of a future just barely within reach?
Maybe the thistle has the right of it
2 degrees
Feels like everything and nothing at all.
"A World Destroyed"
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Climate change is happening
Faster and faster
Climate change is happening
Faster and faster
How? Why? “I don’t know. I don’t care,” I hear.
First water bottles. Drink then throw. Did you recycle?
NO, what? NO.
See them on sidewalks.
Next to the trash can – Why?
See them on the playgrounds.
Don’t.
How can you watch our planet die?
Bottles are plastics. Bottles are plastics
Bottles are plastics. Bottles are plastics
Plastics, destruction in the water our lifeline
Bottles are plastics. Bottles are plastics
Bottles are plastics. Bottles are plastics
Food chain then our plates oh yes it poisons
Never disappears, always lurking.
Climate change is happening
Bottles are being thrown every day.
Where do they go, where do they go?
Where will we go?
"We Say 'Stop!'"
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Stop!
Cutting trees, burning plastic
We say “Stop!”
Animals die, people get sick and die
We say “Stop!”
Us young people say,
“You need to stop cutting, oh, you need to stop!”
Us young people say,
“You need to stop destroying the animals’ houses,
You need to stop destroying the animals’ houses!”
We say, “Stop throwing trash in the ocean and killing fish!”
We say, “Stop hurting the earth and the animals, stop!”
Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop!
Stop!