by Silke Müller
When talking about climate change in class, we soon realized that no matter how much knowledge we acquire about this subject, there will not be any considerable changes. Change will start happening when people start acting. Even though a small part of the world has done so, the majority is still ignoring the issue of climate change. I decided to write the following poem in order to shine light on this situation.
We used to be creatures in the dark,
lighting our world with a single spark.
It gave us warmth, it kept us alive.
It was the reason we were able to survive.
That spark was the beginning of life as we know it,
developing each day and learning bit by bit.
We started domesticating nature all around,
invented the devil, called it dollar or pound.
Fast forward: we’re living in big cities.
Eyes glued to our phones, laughing at pictures of cute little kitties.
Rushing through life without ever stopping to take a breath,
relying on computers to take care of the rest.
Your Instagram account is more important than a tree,
the first thing you ask: Is the WiFi free?
They call it intelligence, progress maybe,
but I believe it’s getting worse with every baby.
Our children won’t ever see the sky,
in just a few years and I don’t get why.
They are born and raised in plastic.
The effects of a childhood spent online will be drastic.
Nature is not considered sacred anymore.
We just turn our head, walk on and close the door.
Everyone knows we’re destroying our earth,
it’s a fact we have known since the day of our birth.
Yet no one is willing to make a sacrifice
and let go of the luxury we’ve come to expect in our life.
It’s a shame that everyone’s just standing by,
while we’re watching our planet slowly die.
“It doesn’t concern us,” most will say.
“We’ll be long gone, come that day.”
But think of your children, who will one day say:
“Mom, it’s not our fault. Why do we have to pay?”
You walk around with your eyes fixed on the screen,
while beside you nature tries to impress with its green.
It could be the prettiest bird of them all,
but you won’t see it, until someone posts a picture of it on your wall.
You’re always looking for the latest trends,
to try and keep up with the people you call friends.
You call yourself normal, same as everyone else.
Never stop to consider that there might be something wrong with yourself.
We’re flying high, high and proud,
but who’s going to catch us when we fall through the cloud?
The cloud we created to protect our mind.
The fear of tomorrow made us decide to stay blind.
It’s easier to pretend that we still have it all,
escaping into a world where we no longer feel small.
A world without limits, a world without war.
It seems to be endless: one click and there’s more.
But reality is way more complex than fantasy.
There is no button no skip catastrophe.
We have to start acting to save this world in time.
This world full of beauty is our responsibility: yours and mine.