Lament for life.

She's still talking, her mouth is moving, but it's all become meaningless to me,

The world is paused, through welling tears - I want to believe it's conspiracy.

Is it my ears that aren't working, or my brain and heart that refuse to listen?

"Hotter temperatures will hurt the vulnerable, and those with existing health conditions."

Videos of woodlands slashed with crimson- warriors choked by smoky grief,

Plastic waves lap higher up the shore, above a now ghostly coral reef.

I’m sitting here suffocating, while boardroom deals are inked in gold,

Do those suits see themselves as monsters relinquishing children’s chances to grow old?

Polar bears clinging onto icebergs unaware their destiny is in a zoo,

Will this be yet another movement constantly dismissed, just like #MeToo?

This feels daunting, this is urgent, she’s encouraging marches in the streets,

While the guy sat here beside me buys fast fashion, “’cause it’s cheap!”

Attention’s gone – she’s lost the room; I’m witnessing the first of many drownings.

Death by flood of jargon. Around me, the switch to doom scrolling is astounding.

It's hopeless.

It's hopeless. It's hopeless.

It's hopeless. My mind is screaming, wretched.

When did a world that's liveable just become lip service to get elected?

Out the window, Earth's rhythmic rain seeks to quell everything chaotic,

But even threats of acid showers fail to make us globally patriotic.

We’ve come along to hear this talk, pretending the next sentence will give us purpose,

But without big corporate buy-in, we know deep down our efforts will be worthless.

Today's message is simple: If we forsake the Earth for short-term pleasure,

Our dreams may as well lie crumpled in the pile of yesterday’s nice weather.

"WE can be environmental stewards; WE can shape the world WE hope to see."

So why is it that I somehow feel saving the world comes down to me?