They sailed their ships across the corporate greed,
slashing and burning, til they filled the bee strong air
with the sound of cries of the dying, the waves of
the plasticised sea, turning a blind eye to succeed.
Layering the nest of those whose intransigence is
bound to a menus of growing evil diligence, to saw
away at the world’s natural life until they have made
it a desert, a monument to mans mandatory pride.
In the waters of business and gains, its holed by
carbon and plastics and oil and coal, til water is
walking through the gaps, met by cries of chaps,
‘Its entirely natural, the water should be on board.’
The steady flow fills the field of their vision but still
they cry, ‘Its ok, mates, we stay as we are. You can’t
believe Thunberg, the science is flawed. We will be
safe, we will stay floating, it is just as we planned.’
They gathered their trashing tools and made more
breaches, and they suck dry the poor like leeches.
saying, ‘Ignore them, the maths is all wrong. We’re
to be making mega bucks without any restrictions.
Turning slowly their megacorps sink below the
waves. As the ocean of climate chaos covers
the deck there are still vain voices to be heard,
‘We don’t need to change. We need to make
more money and
silence echoed around the earth and a film of plastic
blew across the desertified, death strewn landscape