awaiting a certain crash, upon some
We span the globe, our feet tapping
out a warning to future generations-
will there be enough air, water and food
sufficient to sustain over seven billion
searching souls? Yet, who will save us,
Knowing the mantra 'what's in it for me'
has long since played out to catastrophic
result, a strident call to change, to let
each one of us become a beacon that
others can see, trails across the night sky.
A contagion of light enfolds the seven billion
en masse, as the answer sings in unison,
we will, we will be the ones to save ourselves.
Let it simply begin and let it simply begin-