Changes Will Come… Poem by Mark Heathcote

What was once our bread and butter
our daily toil, mining and drilling. Fracking
is now extinguishing our natural wealth,
it kills beast fish and pollinating bees alike
all around the world in every habitat
it's destroying the forests, the rivers
the oceans. And it's melting the polar ice caps.
We're all standing in the face of an avalanche
as seas rise by (8.2 feet) . We are reaching
irreversible climate thresholds, and if-
the Antarctic ice sheet was completely dissolved,
sea leaves would-rise-by (190 feet) submerging-
thousands of cities around the world.
What was once our bread and butter?
Cars, diesel trains, gasoline, guzzling trucks,
aeroplanes and turbine coal nuclear plants
is now destroying our ozone layer umbrella.
It's murdering the future of every creature
threatening the development of every youngster
wherever you are from, changes will come
Do the maths the sum; we're defenceless
like some of our beautiful coastal regions
in the grip of a landslide, a pothole, a black mudslide.
Can Mother Nature fight back? Heathens-
still with picks made of bronze, a stone axe
the facts speak for themselves; it's not all-
about some unconventional climatic weather.
It's about joining forces
and making the right decisions together.