Sunday, 13 December 2015


A major leap
Or a stumble backwards
Only binding each other
To fate

Money still talks
And the fossil fuels rule
Politicians spin it all
To inflate

But danger remains
For the small island states
Whose weathered beaches
Wither away

And flood risks
For the low lying lands
Will spell annihilation
Some day

Crops will not grow
And the poor will go hungry
But the richest will never
Go without

Water for drinking
Will grow scarcer and scarcer
As raised temperatures put us
In drought

So, honestly
What have they achieved
Than promises, to promise
To have a look

And all they’ve done
Is to fasten the lid
Of the stew pot in which

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