It’s not to late

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It's not too late    
(To the tune of 'I'm not in love' by 10cc)

It's not too late
To save the planet
It's just a silly fuss, a daft to-do
And just because
The ice caps melt
Don't preach at me, don't think it's climate change.
It's not too late, no, no, it's a lie.

The floods are rising
But then again
Eventually, it flows back to the sea.
The forest's burning,
Don't make a fuss; we need more car-park space, it's no great loss.
It's not too late, no, no, it's a lie.

Your carbon footprint, 
Smog in the air,
Are simply nasty rumours, I don't care.
So don't you ask me
To play your game,
You know, I know it's false, it's not reality.
It's not too late, no, no, it's a lie.

Ooh, you think we'll sink in the sea,
Ooh, you think that we'll sink,
Ooh, you think we'll sink in the sea,
Ooh, you think that we'll sink.

It's not too late
To save the planet,
It's just a silly fuss, a daft to-do
And just because
The ice caps melt,
Don't preach at me, don't think it's climate change.
It's not too late,
It's not too late.

Go for it

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Go for it

Ugg, this is brilliant,
I can throw my attire,
man, you're a genius,
the invention of fire!

Consequences though,
it might harm the earth.
Don't be a div, man
think what this thing's worth.

Now how about this,
I've invented a gun.
But have you considered
repercussions, my son?

This is amazing,
discovering coal
to power the planet
and sell the earth's soul.

Our inventions make billions,
we don't ever rue it,
collateral's for sissies,
go for it, do it!

Ten Climate Summits

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Ten Climate Summits
(to the tune of ten green bottles)

Ten Climate Summits hanging by a thread,
Ten Climate Summits hanging by a thread,
And if one Climate Summit should melt into the Med,
There'd be nine Climate Summits hanging by a thread.

Nine Climate Summits hanging by a thread,
Nine Climate Summits hanging by a thread,
And if one Climate Summit should melt into the Med,
There'd be eight Climate Summits hanging by a thread.

Etcetera...

One Climate Summit hanging by a thread,
One Climate Summit hanging by a thread,
If that last Climate Summit should melt into the Med,
There'll be no Blue Planet and we will all be dead!

Going green

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Going Green

I'm going carbon-neutral
from now on, gas is out,
not green, apparently,
so what of Brussels sprouts

and cabbages and cauli,
slender runner beans,
are all these gas producers
now not considered green?

It's all a bit confusing
when trying to be good,
perhaps the next new thing,
an electric-hybrid spud.

Priorities

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Priorities

The time for weasel words, prevarication,
procrastination, has long past.
We need action, deeds, movement,
vitality, vigour and fast.
There is no time left to lose, our planet
is dying, we've let it;
we have to stop talking and act,
politicians don't get it.

The businessmen guarding their
absolute interests should
consider what use any business
if earth is one humongous flood.
Health, education, economy,
everything must take a back seat,
our one prime objective,
has got to be curbing this heat.

Green thinking

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Green thinking
The world's overheating,
We'll call a big meeting.
Meet up for a knees-up in Glasgow.
We will have thousands there
And we'll all go by air,
Not too hard on the carbon, heigh-ho.

Climate Madness

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Climate madness

Globally,
millions of frustrated,
law-abiding,
ordinary people,
many for the first time in their lives,
are making a stand,
to protest the need for action
to halt climate change.

Internationally,
our governments
listen carefully,
consider
the wishes of their electorate
and the needs of our planet,
and plan to take action
to introduce new legislation
to stop the protests.

Breath Taking

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Breath Taking

Earth,
a wonderful,
life-giving,
breathtaking
coalescence of space dust.

Briefly inhabited,
plundered
and abused
by the human race,
before they were
choked to extinction
by their own
grasping, gasping
breathtaking
complacency.

Gone now,
nothing left.
No life,
simply peace.
An opportunity
to pause,
reflect,
to take a breath,
breathe fresh life,
to start again.
Dauphy:  I do worry about our planet.
Hobbo:  Me too, mate.
Dauphy:  It won't affect us though, will it?
Hobbo:  It already is, and it will get worse for our children and grandchildren.
Dauphy: And puppies!
Hobbo:  Yes Dauphy, and all those generations of creatures yet to be born...
Dauphy:  It makes me sad.
Hobbo:  Do you want a biscuit?
Dauphy:  Go on then...

The big idea

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The Big Idea

I met a man, who had a plan, a cunning plan to save planet Earth. For what it was worth,
the plan was brilliant, resilient, but his wife said, "No! Not on your life," so, he became an M.P, to sell it, you see.  The P.M, impressed, said that she would invest, but made it perfectly clear that it was her idea.  She said, and I quote, "It will go to the vote."  This amazing proposition, was vetoed by the opposition, who prevented a majority by stating, with authority, that they were not on board because the plan was flawed, too expensive, cost too much, labour intensive nonsensuch!  What price then our planet?  So, rather than it fall at the first fence, which would have made no sense, Parliament, with impunity went to the world community.  Leaders, not the bottom feeders, who mulled the idea over, considered it moreover, agreed, there was no hurry, no need for anyone to worry, everything would work out fine, and could someone pass the wine!

Critical

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Critical

The world
is critically ill.

Her lungs choked
by noxious gases.

Her arteries clogged
with plastic waste.

Her liver poisoned
by toxic chemicals.

Her skin scorched
with bush-fires.

Her brain overheated
by global warming.

Her respiratory system drowning
in rising sea levels.

And her heart broken
by decades of neglect.

We need to listen
to the specialists
and take our medicine
however bitter, or expensive
before critical
becomes terminal.
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