The Conferance Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Conferance



The Conference in Davos

Davos, men in classy suits, speak fluently
about the ills of the world-
They tell Greta she has to study economic
and coal will be phased out but slowly.

The young wonder why should they study
to get an excellent job in a multinational firm.

Davos, men in elegant suits, speak glibly
of growths, we don't want more; we like less.
The young know this, we poor elderly too
and it is their future; those in silk suits fail to see.

Saturday, February 29, 2020
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