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It’s hard to believe it can all keep going
The numbers, the greed and fear
Too many people on one small planet
Bringing sweet Earth to broken knees
Maybe we’ve been in trouble before
Maybe we came through clean
If we don’t do it right
while we still have our eyes open
Things can turn hot, and very mean
Death by heat is a hard way to go
Death on the run just as bad
Friends that you thought were safe from the sorrow
Might call you up on the phone
“Got some space there, next to your comfort?
Maybe a room with a window?”
The phone keeps calling
A world full of falling
Heat, floods and blizzards are killing up more
We have a brief moment to stop a calamity
Maybe our worlds don’t have to fold
Turn it around with a new kind of vanity
Clean green now and a better road
— J Marsh 2019