Our planet's in the throes of devastation:
And yet the band plays on, an ironic dirge
Accompanying the climate change's scourge-
Effects are being felt in every nation.
The masses, ignorant of science's truth
Continue woeful lives of rank denial
As if complaining "Hey! Don't get me riled! "
An "inconvenient truth" indeed, uncouth.
Most folks prefer to wait to the last minute
When disaster strikes them as never before;
Then suddenly they're shaken to the core,
Their hopes to combat change too late to win it.
Without the will to save our world anon,
Soon ours and many species will be gone.
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