Climate Change and us (Updated version of a poem posted on 24 September 2020)
Climate Change and us
The planet turns, the planet turns;
The adults fiddle while Rome burns.
And children yet to be conceived
Have every right to feel aggrieved.
And us? We plunder wealth from mines
And join the back of frantic lines
In shirtsleeved January sales,
Pursued by ever-warming gales.
Exhausts and power stations spout
Unheeded warnings all about.
But politicians must pretend
That nothing need change in the end.
And us? We like to say we care,
But still demand our swollen share
Of space and luxuries consumed.
If we go on like this, we’re doomed.
The strongmen plan to reach their goal
By felling trees and burning coal.
This fragile membrane’s tinderbox
Reverberates with ticking clocks.
And us? Our thirst for wealth and stuff
Will decimate this world enough
To make sure nothing will remain.
And there’s no time to start again.
In nature’s misery and drought,
What was ‘in store’ is now about;
Faced with the force of our attack,
The atmosphere is hitting back.
And us? We slap our footprint down
And roam all night around the town,
Hoovering up the last clean air
To trade with at the morning fair.
As long as opportunist suits
Crush progress with size fifteen boots,
The sole repositories of truth
Are howls of idealistic youth.
For summertimes of storm and flood
Are swathed in carnage and in blood;
This is no future far away,
It’s happening to us today.