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Sparkling blue planet, Struggling to live green, Squandering Goldilocks’s good fortune, Forfeiting Eden’s paradise pristine. Killing our golden goose, What horrors then let loose? Tolerances so tight, Survival’s not our God-given birthright. Solution’s obvious, Involving each of us, Cleaning-up our act, Carbon footprint we must contract. Grandchild’s image on your bin, Their future’s poison lies within, Grant them a second thought, Recycle refuse as you ought. Greenhouse gases will scorch us all, Leaders, please, accept Attenborough’s call, Tempest floods; drought ravaged farms burn, Soon Earth’s past the point of no return. — Philip Wood |