087 - Listen to Greta

As I sit here in a pile of rubble

All around me is this giant puddle

The rain these days, it never stops

Everything’s dead, even the crops

My car won’t work, my big 12-litre

But at least I don’t have to run my heater

Although I couldn’t if I tried

The power grid’s been completely fried

There is no shade, there are no trees

The temp’s gone up by ten degrees

The world’s become a giant prison

The land has shrunk, the sea has risen

But even though all life has died

I still think those evil scientists lied

There’s no such thing as climate change

Or if there is, it’s not man-made

They used to call it global warming

As if that were some kind of warning

And then they decided to change the name

These guys should hang their heads in shame

Don’t make me feel bad, don’t be cruel

This isn’t because of fossil fuels

It’s not my fault so don’t you claim

That I’m in any way to blame

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!

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From a Facebook challenge by Anne-Louise Lowrey.