New poem:
There’s a child in a pool
Water it can be so cruel
See him there, for the third time, he’s going down
Oh he’s not doing well
So he’s raising holy hell
And while you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
He drowns.
While you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
He drowns.
There are people on a boat
Trying hard to stay afloat
It’s aflame and taking water all around
They send up an SOS
Reasons for which you can guess
And while you ask “Why are they screaming?”
They drown
While you ask, “Why’s he screaming?”
They drown.
It always seems quite telling
That we fixate on the yelling
And we never seem to ask why that’s the case
Folks scream out that they’re boned
All we’re concerned with is the tone
And that there is our national disgrace
See the frogs in the hot water
How we tell them that they oughta
Get out of there, their situation stinks
But they boil and they choke
They quite literally croak
We ask “Why the screaming?” as
Their precious species go extinct.
It isn’t so heroic
To think yourself quite stoic
And cop a laissez faire attitude
To watch them desperate trying
Then tell them “while you’re dying,
Could you please spare us all the drama there dudes?”
As The ocean levels rise
To absolutely none’s surprise
And many of us see what’s going down
Because we’re going under
Lord, we raise a royal thunder
And while you say “Why are they screaming?”
We all drown.
While you say “Why the screaming?”
We all drown.
While you say “Why are they screaming?”
Everybody drowns
