It’s too cold in the winter
\nbut too hot in summer’s sun.
\nThe forest’s turned to tinder
\nand the ocean’s almost done.
\nThere’s genocide on foreign sands
\nand planes fall from the sky.
\nSomewhere a general claps his hands
\nand drones make people die.
\nI’m quite low on the ladder
\nbut I’m not the bottom rung.
\nSome say that life gets sadder.
\nI reply, "Just bite your tongue."
\nThe banks are leeching money
\nfrom the poor and dispossessed.
\nThe prisons fill, no need to kill,
\nwear hoods and be our guest.
\nThe polar ice caps melt away
\nand flood tides surely loom.
\nBut politicians scoff and say
\nthat talk’s just gloom and doom.
\nI’m quite low on the ladder
\nbut I’m not the bottom rung.
\nSome say life will get madder.
\nI reply, "Just bite your tongue."<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"