Turn The Heater Off!

"Turn the heater off kid! Who pays the bills in this burrow?"

Mum thinks it's the heater, but I stress, my brow furrowed

The plants are dying and the soil is drying,

All while the rich, white men continue buying

Lots of our land where we bring up our babies,

So that they can "invest" in a brand new Mercedes.

Our earth is dying and so are our hearts

When we see our family unable to last,

Through the summer like they were able to once before 

Way before the rich, white men declared upon nature, a war.