Skin 

I want you to Panic

I want you to panic
The youngest of the first world generation.
Banners to protect them from the inactions
of politicians and grown-ups.

It’s not Cool to Fuck with mother Nature
They were colourful, noise, alive.
The rest of us
walking in grey
minding our own business.

No Planet B
On the other side of the street
Gaia contemplative
fells the tipping points,
inflections for a non-return change
for this and next generations.

System change, no climate change
One Headteacher said yes
against inaction.
The other said no
in favour of a system of annihilation.

March now or swim later
Doomed, dumbness
No difference.
So many smiles.
No tears yet.