For you. by Mike Almond

/ For you. // // / / What was it like, /before the Earth lost it's ice? / Are those pictures you showed me the truth? // / Were the bears really white, / and did the penguins sound quite / like the funny impression that you do? // / Well now, if truth be told, / and it certainly should, / we've fucked up this planet, / for you. // / Through inaction, complacency, / corruption, and greed, / we've thoroughly decimated it, / for you. // / So I'm sorry dear daughter, / dear son, dear child of mine, / for the future you inherit is grim. // / And there's blood on our hands, / because we kept calm and carried on, / rather than face the reality of this collective sin. // / So, the Earth's not what it was, / and we'll let children die at sea, / or put them in cages and try to forget / that we'd rather murder and oppress those that object, / lest we open our eyes, own up, and see... // / But, in short, yes, the bears were real. / And penguins sounded funny, it's true. / And I'm so sorry we couldn't, / with all the time and the promise, / have left some more life, / for you. // / [amusing penguin noise] // // / /