Poem for Greta Thunberg, by E. Martin Pedersen
When you said the house is on fire I looked around, I'm good, what should I do, grab my cat and run? When you said you have stolen my youth I thought of my own youth stolen by drugs and TV and basketball shooting pointless hoops in the driveway until it got so dark. When you said we had twelve years left what can I do, I'm just one little guy, trying to do what's right where's the government we need to lead, oh yeah, that shit-fight I swapped out all my lightbulbs and quit us