Our Problem

As fires burn in our waking hour

And the smoke reaches up higher and higher

It leaves a taste in your mouth most sour

As people pretend to care, making us liars

Once animals are forced to flee

Running and hopping away just to live

Some can run and escape while others are forced to bleed

As ‘they’ watch on from their high, high blimps

Rivers bleed brown, full of waste

Choking, eating on which they should never feed

Some try to flee, losing lives, whilst others make use of their haste

For all the warnings that they never heed

As machinery goes into forests to cut trees down

Animals mourn the loss of their homes

Away in their feelings, will they drown

And we won't stop till we can stop taking out loans