A planet full of Zombies who don’t even know to care.
They preside over a planet’s death like it isn’t even there.
“The planet isn’t hotter because I feel cold today.”
Ostrich heads deep in the sand; can’t see the truth that way.
Sometimes I want to slap them but they’d still think the same
half of them think the environment is just a bloody game.
I can’t see any real answer to the future of this place
but imminent extinction, I fear is what a we face.