They Drown

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