Their profits still boom while prophets of doom are labelled as merely misguided. Big Oil wants us cross; they don’t give a toss – we’re easier led when divided.
It's time for us to change this world.
It's time we all were trying.
For I'd rather see kids protesting
Than watch them slowly dying.
It's possible every thing that we do
That isn't addressing this burning issue
Is utterly pointless, a total waste,
Hurtling end-ward with ever more haste.
This is a poem that no-one could love.
It is what it is. And push came to shove.
If our great planet’s only hope
Was people buying bars of soap
Not plastic pumps of shower gel,
I wonder, would it end up well?
‘We’ are an amazing team!
We’re every dream that people dream