Make a riot.

The mighty roar of the salt sea lion.
Will echo in my ears for hours.
The yellow grains that i would lie on.
Or the freen green grass with flowers.
As i sit on the floating cloud.
Look down on the wonders we over see.
We're either too blind to see or too loud.
To notice the trouble far out to sea.
We already know and can see them cry.
The ice caps are shrinking before our eyes.
Yet we all stand and say we're fine.
But we know the truth and to it we despise.
Why do we cower when told to sit down.
Why to we silence when told to be quiet.
We have voices, should spread through the town.
To the world, make a stand make a riot.