Greta’s Lament

Greta’s Lament

World leaders are letting us down.

The Green Deal is not enough.

So many loopholes.

The world is run by a bunch of clowns.

In search of the dollar;

Swirling down a wormhole.

A safe future for all our children

Within this existential threat.

No luxury of time.

The world on the run at the end of a gun.

No thought for tomorrow.

To ignore it is a crime.

We don’t have the decades;

Just ten years to get this right.

Giving up is not an option

Our future lies in the trades

As we balance the wind against money.

The future should not be an auction.

Connect the dots – we decide what to do.

To buy more and more stuff

Or save the planet.

A beautiful green ball with oceans blue

Or a barren rock;

A stagnant ball of granite.

If it were easy it wouldn’t be a crisis!

Listen to the science!

Act. Before it’s too late.

You all know what the price is.

Words are not enough.

Inaction seals our fate.


Watching Greta on TV, full of idealism and determination. A frail girl who is using everything she has to highlight what we all know to be the case. The world is warming. The animals are dying off.

We are the cause. Eight billion of us consuming. Eight billion of us destroying habitat. Eight billion of us wanting more. Eight billion of us not taking enough care.

I have to question our priorities.

In this poem I used Greta’s own words for the first verse and answered them with a second verse. I repeated that throughout.

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