A school of tuna swims in circles

A crowd rages around the block

A lump of soft hail rolls down the mountain

They follow the flapping fin in front

They hold their banners up high

They swallow up more snow and leaves

Because of winter and predators

Because of missing rights and inequality

Because of the smallest crack in the ice

Walruses float on the water surface

Churchgoers play the organ in Sunday service

Skiers slide and skid down doing somersaults

A tuna sees the shark thrust up from the abysmal sea

A line of police obstructs the marching band

A skier is alerted by the tremor from the ground

"Back up!" they yell.

Smoke and mist swiftly arise

Alongside shouts and shears and cries

The walrus yawns and purrs on the calm water

The gospel continues with heavenly voices

The earth goes round and round in space

A gigantic whirlwind of bodies scatters in every way

An onion peeled layer by layer to its epicenter

A massive purge belonging to earth's systematic cleanse

In these moments the world seems to tell you to back up.

To back them up, to back it up, to just back up.

Because the world needs to be backed up.

With your vote, with your voice, with your volunteer.

With hard-hitting facts, with groundbreaking discoveries.

With you.

But are things so crystal clear?

Are the things fought for really compulsory?

You know you can tell them to back up too.

So close your eyes and just breathe.

Listen to your own heartbeat.

Are you ready?