To the tune of "Russians" by Sting
In America and Australia there's a growing hysteria
Comparing those who see global warming threat
To the North Koreans and the Soviets.
Mr. Inhofe said scientists lied to you,
I don't subscribe to that point of view
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
How can I save my little girl from the rule of Texas Oil?
We see misuses of common sense
By those the Right side of political fence
They don't care about biology
But only their false ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope deniers love their children too.
These people claim rationality as they deny planetary reality
And believe to be the soul of the nation as they practice prevarication
Freedom and wealth do not require
To burn oil or set rainforests on fire.
Mr. Limbaugh said it can't be true,
I don't subscribe to that point of view,
It's such an ignorant thing to tell
I hope deniers love their kids as well.
The facts of climatology
Are not dependent on ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if deniers love their children too.
It's gonna be cold tonight
They predict one degree
The polar vortex has a bite
Unheard of here in NYC.
Global warming is the crime
It allows the cold to break thru here
So we must push for offshore turbines
While we sip on frozen beer.
Its gonna be cold out there
They say polar bear numbers will wane
But those bears are unaware
They're making cubs like clouds make rain.
In Antarctica it's negative sixty one
Coldest its been for 44 years
But ice shelves are melting in the sun
and nothing is as it appears.
Florida's freeze made dead bananas
Carolina towns can't cope
The reasons we must hammer
Renewables are our only hope.
Will be achieved .)
By forbidding
the sun to rise.'
Rain, the supple daggers that shatter upon a window,
sprinting down its slippery surface
racing towards the ground.
The individual drops turn and twist
spiraling, earthbound.
Teardrop diamonds cut gracefully through
the air falling,
falling into an array of brown, blue and black,
the world around them parting a path.
A red carpet to the land.
They dive headfirst, plummeting into foreign lands;
buildings, bricks and slate-tiles roofs.
A sense of nostalgia?
As if they'd been here before,
but they were not them
and we were not us.
In a solemn cloud crystalline droplets rejoice.
They tie a parachute of sunlight to their waists,
watch as the narrow ray is sliced
into ribbons, flowing across the horizon.
Between concrete pillars
and above the barren fields,
a melancholy beauty.
Under a scorching sun,
tiny molecules rise
doggedly chasing the blue above.
Few will reach a destination
and scarcer a meaningful one
but each promises life.
They have been here before
though everything was different,
and easier.
Politicians are paid as a last resort
to attend the summit accomplishing nought
but flap their lips expose their gums
feed their face and fill their tums
all the hot air they expend
I don't exaggerate
discussing climate change in the end
will only exacerbate
the ongoing problem long-since forming
a future foreboding of global warming
for every page and pamphlet printed
put in the post or stuck on walls
about ecology and saving the woods
it seems to me yet another tree in the forest falls
and I believe for every drop of acid rain
a flower dies
somewhere under the darkest skies
a new-born baby cries
With apologies to; Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl & Al Stillman
Because of global warming
The ice caps are melting
Much faster and it's falling
By the chunks causing
Sea levels to rise tremendously
And creating devastating flooding
Because the water has to settle
Somewhere, it's starting to remind me
Of the movie WATERWORLD and
How those people had to live/
The mountains wept.
The skies moaned.
The soil trembled.
The trees whispered their last green prayers—
"Man has destroyed us... alone."
He who adds no value
takes all,
then leaves nothing—
just wastelands where rivers once sang.
The year was 2100.
Half of Britain—gone beneath the Atlantic.
Japan—smaller than a dot on a map.
American states—flooded into memory.
Europe—erased.
Russia’s frost—melted into pestilence.
Africa— Famine became the air.
Children born on rafts,
fields drowned or cracked open in grief.
China— Cities sleep beneath the sea,
towers weep salt into silence.
We were warned.
But greed was louder than science,
stronger than truth,
crueler than time.
Now the Earth writes back
in flood, famine, fire—
her final signature: sorrow.
Let this not be prophecy.
Let this be the scream
that wakes the world.
I remember those summers as a boy,
When the sun shone down from morning till night.
That sun on our backs brought us so much joy
And we laughed at those who’s skin was still white.
We knew nothing back then of UV rays,
As we lay on the beach by the ocean.
Sometimes we burnt on the hottest of days
And Mum applied some calamine lotion.
But now, of course, the scientists advise
Avoiding UV rays and CFC’s.
Each year the temperature will rise.
The human race will soon be on its knees.
Our planet will burn up, as likely as not,
As Cole Porter put it, “It’s Too Darn Hot.”
To meet converse
give me a ring
hmu
perchance communicate
'twould be a fine thing
if it were so
but no
wtf
lower case letters and emojis
are the way of the day
mostly with nothing much to say
smh
no wonder the globe is warming
with all the power used and abused
omg
but what did they find
to fill their tiny minds
lol
before they owned
their so-called smart phone
idk
If, as the saying goes,
'There's no smoke without fire,'
is it smarter to ignite a spark
(illumination causation)
than bedamn the dark,
and thereby induce a funeral pyre,
or, better yet, a safer bet,
to avoid gossip and accusations,
find the substantiated fact(s)
(true datum)
before you act
and land in sorry situations?
It's no joke, on soot you'll choke,
yet, on the greener side,
carry the torch for earth non-scorched
but best your light you hide,
(it may be life-transforming)
beneath an unburnt bush,
so as not to incur global warming.
“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming
what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again
Summer is here the sun shine dim,
The rays no longer burn
The world became cold.
Flowers stopped growing
Rejected by the sun,
Slowly dieing the world is no longer fun.
It's the last hour struggling to survive,
Distant by souls time for goodbye.
The past is frozen soon to be forgotten,
Like ripe fruit slowly becoming rotten.
The ocean calm the world keeps turning,
Active Volcano with no lava burning.
Spring has no joy Autumn confused,
The world is lost but what can it do
Victorian Gift
Thank us for the gift we give
The steam train running the rails
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
Thank us for the gift we give
The steam ship ruling the waves of blue
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
Thank us for the gift we give
The industrial revolution running on the steam we give
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
Thank us for the gift we give
Street lighting
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
Thank us for the gift we give
Warm winter homes
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
Thank us for the gift we give
The rising seas and global warming
All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air
wind blows the water
over the debris filled street
stop sign launched through air
blue crabs cross the road
scurry through the sandy grass
nearing water’s edge
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