The Job of our Generation

Our future 

Is just beginning,

Already contaminated.

"Is it too late?"

"What's the problem?" 

No love.

The blind people will wake up

When you stand them before a rotting globe.

I ask, see anything strange?

They start to look.

Hey! Don't forget us!

We're here, too.

This is a serious message.

The laughter ends abrubtly.

Fear and doubt creep in.

"Should we be worried?"

Think about the environmental price-

The job of our generation.