We
held a fund raiser for the Australian bushfires today, and it lit a fire inside
of me to write. It's been a long time since this happened, so without further
ado, I present to you my (long) poem, entitled The Emergency.
The Emergency:
Climate
cried in pain as her lungs filled with smoke
Rain
forests on fire, it's all a big joke
Light
up the fire, have a snag and a beer
The
climate is not changing, the end is nowhere near
Was
plain to see that our earth started ailing
From
carbon pumped out, and policies failing
From
cool, dark coal, compacted and lumped
Presenting
a problem which had everyone stumped:
"What
about jobs?" We screamed (in the chasm) to our mates
"Culling
jobs for the climate is a huge mistake"
"Greens
are commies" - a line the right would soon buy
As
temperatures rose, and fire fell from the sky
Earth
struggled to keep up, failing to stand by
With
each and every fire, she told us we would die
We
listened not to her, gave the pollies some more clout
And
added to the carnage with more carbon pumped out
"It's
the arsonist's fault," was a put-forward theory
Although
the sight of charred animals was kind of eerie
Coffers
swelled, propping up the board members
All
that was left of the forests was embers
It
felt insane, our love for this coal
It
was like killing the earth was our only goal
It
was like a sick game being played
But
in the end, it was us who paid
“We
must use more gas, we must," was the lie extolled
We
listened, and we did; good sheep do as they're told
We'd
never worked out what we truly are
But
we love a VB at the quiet country bar
Earth
fought and fought, and then fought some more
As
the humans pulled out even more of her ore
"Save
the jobs, save the jobs," we all screamed as one voice
Adani
sunk a mine, this was completely our choice
We
all laughed with glee, scant regard for our time
We
focused on mining, anything for a dime
We
neglected our planet, our life-giving earth
With
each passing day, a new fire gave birth
But
our lungs started burning, more fires, they flared up
Earth's
eyes looked at us sadly, just after Melbourne Cup
"What
about the jobs," we screamed as our horse finished first
Ignoring
their parched throats, the beginning of thirst
As
food sources dried up, hunger pangs became real
We
said "Let them eat coal" because there wasn't any veal
We
tried to melt icebergs to cool down the sea
which
was quite foolish, as foolish can be
As
the winds got warmer and the air got much thinner
We
questioned ourselves, "just who was the winner?"
"We
kept all our jobs, so it has to be us"
We
thought to ourselves, "so that's a big plus"
But
more cyclones struck, and wild weather ensued
It
was a real downer, really souring our mood
More
people were dying, which was a big shock
Maybe
it was time to sit up, take stock
But
time is a fickle and strange old thing
Time
left us behind, which would really sting
We
had our chance and we thoroughly blew it
And
now earth was saying, "you know what? Screw it"
Our
children got cancer from just being outside
And
that's not to mention their friends who have died
The
sky was smoky and hot; bright red was the hue
We
didn't see this coming, we didn't have a clue
One
by one, we each passed away
There
was nowhere left for the children to play
No
animals to hear, breed, or see
They
died before us, before you and me
The
deniers outlast us, their old money made good
Boomers,
they were called, in strong houses - not wood
But
slowly and surely, one by one they all fell
If
only that coal was not such a good sell
And
with their last breath of good air
Victory
laugh, without care
"We
won," they cackled, as they fell by the way
"Or
maybe not" as their lives ebbed away
And
when there were no more people on earth
A
strange thing happened: a time of new birth
Life
started again, simple at first
For
the next generation, who would not be so cursed
There
was no clue of problems long passed
Our
remains they studied, "They died so fast"
"They
were simple," they thought, "Could not live forever"
"Unlike
us, for we are so clever"