It’s 3:23 in the morning, and I’m awake
because my great, great, grandchildren won’t -let -me -sleep.
My great, great, grandchildren ask me in dreams
what did you do, while the planet was plundered?
what did you do, when the earth was unravelling?
surely you did something when the seasons started failing
as the mammals, reptiles, and birds were all dying?
did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?
what did you do
– from Hieroglyphic Stairway by Drew Dellinger
That is how urgent it is. How would we live, if our great great grandchildren were asking us daily what we were doing when the planet was being plundered?