"Here, fix this."
They say, handing out the homework.
I stare at the world - er worksheet.
This is a problem I can't go alone.
The world is heating,
what am I supposed to do?
The oceans are rising,
what am I supposed to do?
Species are dying,
what am I supposed to do?
We are dying...
what am I supposed to do?
I raise my hand,
"What are we supposed to do?"
The billionaire - er teacher looks up.
"Fix it."
Nobody is working,
we are all solemnly staring at
our world - er worksheet.
It's quiet,
I can hear the clock ticking away
the seconds we have left.
The CEOs - er teacher tells us to hand them in.
I am the last to hand mine in.
I notice no one wrote anything on theirs.
We sit down.
I raise my hand again.
"What was the answer?"
The president - er teacher looks startled.
He doesn't say anything.
"Never mind,"
I say, walking out of the classroom.
"We already know."
I walked out that day...
and I wasn't the only one.