The poor in the world
woke up with their worse nightmare
climate change, must care.
Record drought made last year
on thousands of acre of farmland
fire'n poor water, widespread.
Relying on weather
the poor were fed on their land
flood 'n drought, low crop- sent.
Free fuel pollutants
kept warming cloud 'n air, ahead
disease 'n death, to dread.
Grabbing water 'n land
from the neighbour's own hands, war
to kill 'n to conquer.
West'll send troops 'n money-
all forces, if more spending-
fuel, kept on coming.
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