‘' Would You Wantonly Kill Your Descendant ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

Cop 27,
A parasites Heaven,
Where pledges are merely a token,
By this time next year,
They'll all disappear,
All promises they make will be broken.

None of them regrets,
Being flown in on jets,
Allegedly to find a solution,
They don't stop to pause,
Flying's one major cause,
That causes a great deal of pollution.

There's none of them care,
They're full of hot air,
To lie, the politician's designed,
What they're denying,
Is, our planet is dying,
To reality, they are totally blind.

Why should they feel fear,
They won't be here,
When humanity finally dies,
For their wanton abuse,
They have an excuse,
In reality we call it, lies.

Every year they talk,
Improvements they block,
While ordinary lives hit the buffers,
Main cause for concern,
They refuse to learn,
Inaction, means everyone suffers.

Oil and coal,
Have played their role,
As have nuclear and gas,
If we don't alter our ways,
It's the end of our days,
All life will be destroyed, en masse.

While politician's debate,
Our children's fate,
Their inaction will hit a raw nerve,
When they are long gone,
Our children's new dawn?
There'll be nothing left to conserve.

Killing a child,
Is truly reviled,
On us they are truly dependant,
By ignoring the facts,
We commit criminal acts,

‘' Would You Wantonly Kill Your Descendant ‘'