Zayne Cowie.

The world is big, and I am small.

One day I wish to see it all.

Pacific islands,

Northern Lights, Himalayas, desert nights.

The world is big,

and I am small.

The Earth’s in trouble,

hear her call.

One degree warmer's our demise.

We’re on track

for more to rise.

Goodbye, New York and Miami.

Both cities swallowed by the sea.

Whose fault is all this climate mess?

You grown-ups must confess.

While cities burned and temperatures soared,

you upped and left the Paris accord.

You chose big cars, fast food and coal.

The fossil fuels, my future stole.

You think this is a fun rhyme book? With your inaction,

the Earth will cook.

We’ve had enough of empty vows, your plastic bags, your farting

cows. On a hot February day,

you barbecued and went to play.

But it’s no time for celebration.

You totally screwed

my generation.

With storms and droughts

and mass migration still just stuck in conversation.

We kids can’t vote,

we don’t pay tax, or donate to your super PACs.

The only thing that we can do is stand and say,

“Shame, shame on you!”

We’ve said our bit,

now you get cracking.

No more pipelines, no more fracking.

We may be kids, but we are pissed.

We’re fighting now just to exist.

If we don’t protect all it’s worth.

Prepare to say, "Goodbye, Earth!"