I am Martina Revello

The world once lush, now cries in pain,
As climate change leaves its bitter stain.
The sun scalds with its fiery rays,
Ice caps melt, oceans in a blaze.

Once verdant forests, a vibrant hue,
Reduced to ashes, the sky turns blue.
With droughts and floods, the land is torn,
As nature weeps, her heart is forlorn.

The earth is crying, its pain we can feel,
But our leaders turn a blind eye, their hearts made of steel.
The air we breathe, now choked with fumes,
As the industry grows, nature consumes.

The skies once blue, now tinged with gray,
As smog and pollution mark their way.
But our leaders stay silent, ignoring the plight,
Unwilling to act, to make things right.

The forests are burning, the air is thick,
But our leaders won't act, their response is a trick.
They promise change, but their words are hollow,
Their inaction screams louder, as our hopes they swallow.

We need leaders who'll take a stand,
Who'll fight for our future, and the fate of our land.
We need to act fast, the time is now,
Or the world we know, will be gone somehow.

But hope still lingers, a flickering light,
To heal the Earth, our sacred right,
To halt the damage, to have an advantage,
The time is now, we cannot wait.

Reducing emissions, protecting the land,
Preserving nature, hand in hand.
It's our responsibility, our moral duty,
To protect the Earth, for its beauty.

So let us stand, united as one,
Demanding action, until it's done.
For the sake of our planet, and generations to come,
Let's make a change, it's in our hands.

To heal our planet, and all its lands,
For the beauty of nature, a treasure so grand,
Let's join our hands, and take a stand,
To save our planet, our home and land,

For a brighter future, for me and you.

Blood runs deep through the veins of the land
Carrying stories, struggles, and a demand
For justice, for healing, for a rightful place
For Indigenous peoples of Canada to embrace

The blood of their ancestors, the blood of the earth
A connection that stretches back to their birth
A bond that's been tested, but still remains strong

A legacy of resilience that continues on

Their blood has been spilled, their lives have been taken
Their culture suppressed, their spirit shaken
But still they rise, with determination deep

A spirit that refuses to be put to sleep

Their blood is a symbol of their strength and fight
A battle that they continue day and night
To reclaim their lands, their language, their pride

To heal the wounds of the past, to never hide

So let us honour their blood, their pain, and their plight
To stand with them and make things right
To listen to their voices, to give them space

To acknowledge their struggle and their rightful place

For the blood that runs through Indigenous veins
Is a symbol of the resilience that remains
A legacy of struggle, but also hope

A testament to their spirit, that helps them cope.