There's a sickly sense of unease

Background anxiety in the air

Something wrong with the planet

Like a hole getting ready to tear

Science is tomorrow's igorance

We grew too big for our boots

We've dug a hole in the future, its

Too late to go back to our roots

Greenland's ice seemed a fixture

Taken for granted, always there

Now its melting, dying, dwindling

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