The Arctic Weeps

It's heavy, body dwelling, 
a river out of crimson,
how do we dare?
 
Pollution overhead.

No one sees 
what they don't want to feel. 

Ignorance bleeds. 
There is nothing here, 
what can be done 
if it is ignored? 

The puppets sing,
fantasizing over a maze
that leads them nowhere,
what is the price to pay?

The Arctic weeps, 
how long will it cry?

Can't you see?

You are weeping too 
and that is why 
you can't see even 
your own tears.