I remember reading this thing about frogs. These people tried an experiment and found out that when you put frogs in a pot of water and slowly turn up the temperature, they stay in there. The frogs don't jump out; eventually, they slowly cook and die. They tried it again and this time, they turned up the temperature really fast and the frogs jumped out immediately. I feel like lots of people are like frogs. They stay and do the same thing while the stakes get higher and higher. The water levels get higher and higher, but not enough is being done to prevent this. Some believe climate change is a hoax. These people are like the frogs that didn't notice the temperature changing. Are you a frog as well?
 

Something in my life that I have deep respect for is climate change. It is something that I take seriously and is important to me because it affects everything I know, and I always thought I would be  sacred. And yet I see the rapid changes in the climate, already affecting ocean temperatures, melting glaciers and snow cover, decreasing sea ice, rising sea levels and ocean acidification. The increasing intensity and frequency of rainfall, hurricanes, heat waves, wildfires, and drought shows us the damage we have already inflicted on our planet. I’m saddened with every news report showing damaged homes, flooded towns, destroyed landmarks and loss of human and animal lives. Climate change is also destroying the atmosphere with greenhouse gasses. We can be compared to  “a frog in a boiling pot” with the atmosphere being “a heat trapping blanket.” The problem is, most people don't care enough to actually make a change.

hell is a vast landscape of monochromatic mountains
they contrast nicely with the cinnamon candy sky

there is a small red house in the woods
the sun never rises, nor does the moon

in this eternal darkness, the demons of tommorow find shelter
they burrow into the stone foundation
and cry

no one can hear them, just as no one can hear the
shreiks radiating from the top of the mountain

someone is being eaten alive
torn limb from limb and strewn about lke
woodchips on a playground

silence becomes distant and life glimmers faintly before being
extinguished by the green, bubbling pool
of self-destruction