As Balochistan floods and fires break in London
as the oceans die and the skies evaporate
each country sends a delegate
for the twenty-seventh time to decide
if they should do something about it.
They boast grand goals like placing bets
in their weathered casinos of debt, gambling lives
in expense-claimed suits and ties, building
on the little white lies that they’ll act –
but they’ll never go all in.
Not one of them will make a stand
and outright say no more.
No more will selfishness stand in the way of life.
No more will dire deadlines pass us by.
No more goals starting in ten years’ time –
we’re doing it live.
If this world were the businesses of the rich men
who own the parties in charge of these countries
they would be keen to sort their processes
to find the root cause of the inefficiencies.
They’d send out URGENT! emails
CC in everyone responsible
and demand it be done by close of play
all problems solved within five working days.
If the world were making them money
there’d be nothing to fear –
but without the world there is no money
their whole means of living disappears.
They just don’t seem to understand
how close that collapse nears.
Ecoetry 