The oceans rise and temperatures rocket,

But we have the answer in our pocket.

A glossy document, signed and dated –

Oh, come on, you should be elated –

In which we promise to slightly reduce

The poisonous discharges we let loose.

Not straight away, of course, you understand;

There are more pressing urgencies at hand.

 

Nearby, a man sinks down beneath the waves;

His birthplace is a mass of watery graves.

He pleads for help to the world’s good and great,

Knowing full well that it is much too late:

 

‘Didn’t you see the signs of global heat;

Or the melting of the icy Polar sheet?

And what of that meeting you presided?’

 

‘That? Oh, you know, science is divided.’