From the party next door
loud music
erases
any possibility of sleep
I lay in bed
and think of the young
Our young
facing a future
when the planet burns
(If not burning now)
I think of our young
in city streets
absent from school
told activism is not for them
but already knowing
learning
is to be used
and not left to rot
Now, somehow, the music
from the party next door
offers hope
The young
Our young
continue to make noise
claiming their day
claiming hope
The dance goes on.