The Change

They had broken it a long time ago,
Their children are ignoring it too,
We tried to initiate the changing,
Too big a job for all of us to do.

Our children are left with the burden,
A reversal on things set in motion,
Is the onus on them to repair it?
A devastation of not just the ocean.

Some of them can do with our guidance,
It is hard to hold on to the hand,
When there is doubt or where do I start now?
It seems the hand is just made of sand.

Assemble the warriors of changing,
Tell the planet that we are here for you,
Stop treating the world as a rubbish dump,
Our next generation want to live here too.