
Together we raise,
questions, placards, and voices,
for future, right now.

Together we raise,
questions, placards, and voices,
for future, right now.

Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.

Every heave matters;
no chariots to heaven—
backpacker pathway.

Shadowing shine,
trees hide the moon, branching out
as patriarchy.

Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?