Climate

The ice is bleeding,  

oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

skies choke on smoke  

while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

The earth is on fire,  

but hey, nice tan.  

Polar bears drown,  

and we're building beachfront plans.  

Rivers dry like empty veins,  

forests fall, with “no cause”  

We trade futures  

for convenience and applause.  

It’s not coming 

it’s here,  

and we’re still asking  

if it’s real.  

So burn your doubt,  

breathe it in.  

We lit the match.  

We’ll die while thinking it's just a ploy to make them win.