If the world could fit in the palm of your hand,
If each forest fire blistered your fingers, if
The melting ice caused rivers in the lines of your skin,
If each ecosystem wiped out lay flat across your body,
Then would you care?
If the last polar bear made its solemn steps towards extinction,
And tracked across your chest,
Leaving tiny black pawprints where there had once been
A whole species
Then would you care?
If each fallen tree bruised you, and
The beautiful destruction rendered you blue and black.
If each wasted life shone through you like stars
And you could form cruel constellations through the air
Then would you care?
If the whole world could fit in the palm of your hand,
Then would you care?