Their Climate Reigns
Their climate reigns
This is a land of fires
And more fires of late
Too late?
The heating earth is fuelled by gases
We keep on producing
And by we I mean them
The owners of oil
Force us to toil
For their gain
We do it again, and again
And consume their products
To get to work
And feed our families
And pay the rent
We cannot sleep in a tent
Yet their offerings leave us little
Other than crumbs from their table
And a bucket full of their spittle
The summer heat is coming quick
An anomaly says a government prick
And smiles that beam of dishonesty
While we protest
They begin to suppress us
And strap their vests
To flee
But they cannot escape their change
Only their climate reigns
John Passant 6 November 2019
Copyright © John Passant | Year Posted 2019
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