Climate change poem by Jack Clydesdale (10SCA)

How can you claim this world as your own?

As it gets worse you sit by on your phone,

As trees die,

Smoke flies,

As rubbish sits forming a pile

You just sit by with your smile,

People have denied for years,

 yet the point of no return still nears,

 but if more people spoke

and helped heal the planet we have broke,

then maybe people wouldn’t deny for years

as the point of no return nears,

you could smile

as rubbish is recycled is stead of forming a pile

smoke wouldn’t fly

and trees wouldn’t die

and then you wouldn’t have to sit by on your phone

and then you could claim this world as your own