For Txia and Greta

She slips through the trees she calls home,

and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores 

and stores of chocolates and fine clothes.

They hear of children calling for a future

and the adults who listen not. They lament

with solemnity the proclivity of the adults

unphased by the climate disaster. And a

love of carbon fuels that duels with the

way that the young and the already 

drowning protest, named pests by the

carbon killing, jet loving, coal digging

fools. Together they touch their trees,

their homes and grieve for their losses.

Corporations and Climate Change

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.

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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.

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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.’

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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.’

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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.

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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 

more money……..’

silence echoed around the earth and a film of plastic

blew across the desertified, death strewn landscape