The planet’s in a bad way,
Sceptics hold sway,
They think we can stay,
Making hay,
Day after day,
Being charming,
Self harming,
Thinking new farming,
Will reverse global warming,

The politicians contend,
And pretend,
They can extend,
And even suspend,
Climate change,
So deranged,
They’ve arranged,
The glory,
Of a cover story,

The planet’s still fine,
Even divine,
By design,
Too early to pine,
Or consign,
The earth,
To a new berth.

Getting windier,
Getting wetter,
Getting hotter,
Burning temperatures reached,
The earth bleached,
Cries of stop, screeched,
 
We’ve got targets.
For different markets,
For 2050 and 2040,
And even nothing dirty,
After 2030,

In truth in 2022.
We must go gently,
There’s plenty,
Rivers overflowing,
Flood plains flooding,
Houses drenched,
Water unquenched,
Fires burning,
Heads turning,
People uninsured,
Water unpure,
Unsure,
Vexed,
What to do next?