Grass roots left for councils to grab,
into darkness is nature plunged.
By acres of green plastic drab, 
of reason, we are now expunged.
But this is what the people want, 
of climate we are nonchalant.

Warnings are for other people,
yet last year floods claimed your garage.
Memories lost, in discharge faecal,
not long before the next barrage.
Clues are in that relentless march 
of CET upwards, landscapes parch.

On we go, no time for nature,
let us now pave over that drive.
Flat Earthers all, blind to danger 
of the abyss, we’re doomed to dive.
Fear not we’ll scrub the atmosphere.
Of carbon dioxide from air near.

Fly away we must on breaks grand,
Worry about climate later.
Holiday firms need that demand, 
from the poles to the equator.
But it’s home, our backyards we need
to restore nature, not concede.