A Mushroom Cloud
The aftermath of climate change will last:
global warming will be devastating.
Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast
while short-sighted lies keep circulating:
some islands might be a thing of the past.
Coastal cities contemplate building walls:
but I'm afraid, it's too little too late.
Politicians hedge when disaster falls:
chairing committees that secretly debate
drastic options while the government stalls.
When the rain ceases, irrigating crops:
millions of people will face starvation.
There will be empty shelves in all the shops,
and worldwide trade will slow to stagnation:
once the global financial market flops.
Mass immigration will not be allowed:
any shred of decency will be lost.
Armies will be deployed to cull the crowd:
borders will be guarded at any cost,
and our world might end in a mushroom cloud.
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