Hunters H[a]unted By Climate Change After Sir Walter Scott Hunting Song Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Wake all corrupt politicians! pay
from bribing lobbies is on the way,
see jolly chase for loopholes here
with greenback stack they'll soon appear,
Scientists with fears compelling,
warn clocks are running, tocsin knelling,
Soon mankind must piper pay
for raw pollution's here to stay.

Waken populations! Hey!
for climate change communiqué
warns Yellowstone hot geysers steaming,
storms on the rise, and heat extreme, in
France foresters have busy been
to dowse bush fires that thicket green;
Now threaten while we chant lay,
Wake up politicos astray.

Wake up, cup's filled in every gay,
to the greenwood haste away;
we can show you northern flies,
fleet of foot and tall of size;
wing far southward, havoc made,
see Pine trees pine, black beetles strayed.
You should have brought them all to bay
before too late! Awake I say!

Louder, louder voice dismay!
Wake the governments you pay!
Tell them youthful mirth and glee
deserve a life of liberty.
Time, stern huntsman, double-talk
unmasks in seconds, reapers stalk
to scythe all those who waste each day
more than poor planet may repay.