The Sea and the Deniers

I'd like them all each & every one down to the last smug, self-satisfied, smart, oh-so-smart deniers, lined up, arm in arm, just standing there waiting ... at the sea-shore, & planting tiny sticks with flags representing the yet to be born whose families will find their villages, their homes, their whole history & livelihood gone ... under water, gone. I'd make them all spend day after day constructing walls with grains of sand to stem the tide, & I'd like a few of the most powerful ones to simply, really, just stay there, as the tide rolled in & the waves washed the shore. Deniers ... may somehow you just be there RIGHT when it happens.