COP 1, began in Berlin in 1995,
With hope; we are still alive, 
That we could contrive,
Or possibly revive, 
That behind the grief,
There is some relief, 

Waiting for 27 years.
Has quickened the tears, 
And raised the fears,
Crashing through the gears,
Making them concede,
That industry’s greed,
Made them plead,
Apologies, in deed, 

Today, there is a heady mix,
Hoping for a quick fix,
To reverse,
The worse,
Of the curse,
Planet overheating,
Animals bleating,
Land retreating,
Rivers and seas overflowing,
Food not growing,
No one knowing,
Where we are going,
And how long?
Can we prolong,
Life on earth.

The truth is frightening,
Like being struck by lightning,
As we suddenly realise,
That the world we idolise,
Could change for ever,
Unless we endeavour,
To finally sever,
Our links with capitalism,
Which like feudalism,
Is now an abuse,
That has outlived its use,



To find a solution,
For a peaceful revolution,
The choice is not just for us,
So, we should make a fuss,
It is about our future generations,
Including our own relations,