Look Up, Children

It's not that you
 Don't understand
Or that you just
 Don't care.
I know that you
 See the wrongs
And are very
 Well aware.
                         I often wonder
                           sometimes if
                         You even have
                           A clue,
                         But I think you're
                           Just afraid
                         And aren't sure
                           What to do.
                                                   I'm sure you know
                                                      All about
                                                   The power of
                                                      The Vote,
                                                   And just me 
                                                      Even saying it
                                                   Must really get
                                                      Your goat (eye roll!)
                                                                                      But look up, at least,
                                                                                           My children,
                                                                                        Look often
                                                                                           On the land.
                                                                                         I know it can
                                                                                           Be hard
                                                                                         With that light on
                                                                                           In your hand.

                                           
                                            Look up, look up
                                              And see what
                                            We all someday
                                              May lose,
                                            When melting feels
                                              More surer
                                            And Neptune ruins
                                               All our shoes.
                                        
                                              

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