Fridge Rap 4

A response to a documentary about global warming

In my lifetime, there's now 8 species without a lifeline,

and the water-levels rising faster than those beneath the breadline can grab at their benefits in time for the Tory's to dry everything up,

as the funding for the flood defences are cut,

and the borders well we've gotta keep them shut. 

Its not the planet that's dying, the planet will be fine.

but in a short time,

our earths temperature will increase and the population of the humans,

the cats and dogs,

the tree frogs, 

the bears, 

the pandas and delicate little salamanders, 

will decrease, be deceased.

And the clown that led us into austerity,

that fucked the head of meaty carcass and how that didn't effect the longevity of his career is hard for me to harness,

has abandoned his ship,

his sinking sinking ship, 

faster than most politicians get injunctions on the kids they've been f*****g, 

his rule Britannia, 

the Britannia that ruled the waves, 

and rode the waves of dead slaves to build Jerusalem on its pastures green. 

And I will not cease from mental strife until you tell me why the f**k do we need a high speed rail between London and Birmingham? 

And why the f**k did Cameron ever sign off on that am I right?

Its perverse, 

we're a virus on this universe and the time will come when we are no more, 

and a new form of life will take over and everything we saw, 

cared about, 

cried for, 

laughed at, 

expected, 

rejected and directed will be gone.

Maybe that will be the best, 

to reduce the stress, 

the excess and the mess that we've curated and is perpetuated by our day to day lives as we thrive on injustice, corruptness and the robustness of our system of ecological terror,

and if we catastrophically alter the worlds climate then maybe its time for us to die.

and the beautiful poetic irony will be that us,

you and me,

in our universal infancy will be blamed when those that profit for our earth being maimed will continue to survive, 

when they are the ones to have brought chaos to our oceans,

forests, emotions and to be honest I completely understand why people don't care,

why they can't bear to adapt in their everyday,

Theresa May, keep the immigrants away, echo chamber cells, these human shells that waddle and scrap through will nothing but a poisonous wage slip to look forward to.

Its not the planet that's dying, the planet will be fine.

But in a short time once this rhyme has danced through your ear like a virtuous samba,

we will clamber back into our cars and homes,

our Simpsons movie glass domes to hide our faces away again.

Just like we always have, in search for the person it make it all okay again.

And listen to me, You are that person.

Its not the planet that's dying. Its me and its you.