Speak Up!

One world. Fresh, green, living in harmony with it's inhabitants.

One wrong move, leads to another. Like a bike, riding back an forth, back and forth on a muddy road. A rut begins to form.

The people are unaware of the shadows reaching for them. The destruction.

The rut deepens. The whispers flutter amongst the people.

They pretend nothings wrong. Close their eyes. Fear.

They distract themselves with new things. Bigger, better.

The people are like the bad neighbors in the apartment building. The apartment building that holds all the inhabitants of the Earth. The neighbors who act like they own the building. Who don't clean up after their dog, who leave trash everywhere. They bring everyone else down with them.

The people's whispers become more concerned. They are frightened for themselves. But they are like zombies now. They are stuck in a rut. They won't do anthing.

They think 'Why should I be the one to take responsibility?' or 'I would but........' They watch dully as their neighbors perish helplessly around them.

They won't make a change. They won't try. They are afraid. Afraid of messing up. Afraid to speak up for fear of not being heard.

They will need every person to save themselves and their neighbors before it's too late. Every voice, every effort. No help is too small.

The people don't do anything. They won't make a move. They watch, whispering, as the world burns around them. Don't be afraid of change. Speak up!