The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 27, 2006
The Plunder of Climate
I was there yesterday;
Every thing was out of order.
A man with naked hope came;
He raised the hand;
I told him to come along.
The bliss of solitude.
I found nothing but a glance.
World was moving,
Moving in his eyes;
The river flew on his skin.
Scorching sun,
The day of every day;
He lives on Mother Earth;
Live at work.
Oh! Sweat!
You are the beauty of nature;
It is our brain the can change the world,
More comfort, easier way and more pleasure,
The cause a change,
The very change of the climate,
One enjoys; other suffers,
Suffer who perspire;
Suffer who save the world,
It is the suffering from brains,
The brain of science,
A rival to nature,
The cause of climate change.
I was there with them,
I was with some labourers;
They were working in the concrete road,
Working for you,
The very you,
The cause of environment plunder.
