Judgement Day
Poetry about Climate Change
by Rowan Blair Colver
Have you ever been?
Diving in the sea,
Swimming around the waist,
Of the Statue of Liberty?
It's the latest thing,
A portion of the ocean,
Cleaned of its plastic floating,
It took a few years,
But they finally cracked it,
Then there's the museum,
For animals we once had,
Like polar bears,
Dodos, hump-back whales,
Sea-horses, kestrels,
Cod, redwood trees,
That kind of thing,
And when we get some wind,
Have you seen the hills?
Beyond the barren desert,
And the grimy mills,
Never mind the rats,
They eat all the filth,
It's because of the rubbish layer,
Upon which our house is built,
After the great plague,
And everyone got ill,
Because of the sewage,
And the rubbish we all spill,
When we ran out of landfill,
And we forgot the colour of the sky,
After the ice-caps melted,
And half the population died,
This toxic apocalypse,
How do we fare?
In these last days of judgement,
We are only too aware,
It wasn't us who made this,
It was us that failed,
There was a great evil,
And it crept in through the veil,
Now we keep going,
Through the thick and disgusting waste,
It's so warm nothing really grows now,
And the supermarket is in flames.
Poetry about Climate Change
by Rowan Blair Colver
Have you ever been?
Diving in the sea,
Swimming around the waist,
Of the Statue of Liberty?
It's the latest thing,
A portion of the ocean,
Cleaned of its plastic floating,
It took a few years,
But they finally cracked it,
Then there's the museum,
For animals we once had,
Like polar bears,
Dodos, hump-back whales,
Sea-horses, kestrels,
Cod, redwood trees,
That kind of thing,
And when we get some wind,
Have you seen the hills?
Beyond the barren desert,
And the grimy mills,
Never mind the rats,
They eat all the filth,
It's because of the rubbish layer,
Upon which our house is built,
After the great plague,
And everyone got ill,
Because of the sewage,
And the rubbish we all spill,
When we ran out of landfill,
And we forgot the colour of the sky,
After the ice-caps melted,
And half the population died,
This toxic apocalypse,
How do we fare?
In these last days of judgement,
We are only too aware,
It wasn't us who made this,
It was us that failed,
There was a great evil,
And it crept in through the veil,
Now we keep going,
Through the thick and disgusting waste,
It's so warm nothing really grows now,
And the supermarket is in flames.
