Conditions Critical
Catastrophe is near,
as earth warms year on year,
yet we play same old game,
thinking we're not to blame
and racing towards hell,
hoping all will be well.
Keeping our fingers crossed,
that there will be no cost.
Tis clear the main problem,
stems from fossil carbon.
This poisons all around,
the sky, the sea, the ground.
Now sea levels rising,
as land ice starts melting.
And species extinction,
from deforestation.
Conditions critical,
going out of control.
Catastrophe is near,
as earth warms year on year.
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