Global Warming
Global warning
The boy was climbing up a tree, his mother, from the kitchen window,
shouted, if you fall down and break a leg don´t come running to me.
They are opening up a super coal mine in Britain despite they know about
global warming.
It is only this mine the government says, we have to give people work,
we know this is not true it is done for profit; it is about a few dollars more,
The workers to turn a blind eye food on the table and beer in the pub.
The Ice on the Antarctic melts showing dark in unfertile mountains.
The sea lever rises green tropical island drowns and the people
have nowhere to go becoming refugees.
Relentless the sea level rises filling mines with water drowning the unlucky
near the coast, the elite move higher sure of their survival.
Finally, they reach the top of the mountain there is nowhere else to go.
They pray to God who says you have been warned don´t come running to me.
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