Climate Strike: Words on climate change in New Zealand.

Climate Strike: Words on climate change in New Zealand.

As rulers debate, snow melts away,

Counting the losses, day by day.

How many regimes must come and go,

Before glaciers see no more snow?

In echoes of the past, some may despair,

"Why should we care? Nature will repair."

Yet it's us in the flames, facing our own fight,

Accelerating change, in our own light.

In tears we mourn, yet the loss is not the same,

For now we grieve our own existence, our own flame.

To grieve ourselves is to confront our strife,

To reckon with the cost of our way of life.

Should funds be allocated for this frozen plight?

Calculating the snowmakers to maintain the height.

At least the kids are better at math,

They know the numbers and go on a strike.

In the dry season's heat, the winds will blow,

Questions arise as uncertainty grows.

Will wildfires rage, consuming all in sight?

Will it be too much methane and carbon dioxide? 

There are tipping points and feedback loops,

Yet some find it cool to make climate change goofs.

They seem to have ample space to store the heat,

They seem to not care about what's happening in the reefs.

In Paris we shook hands, pledged to reduce the gas,

Yet still, we debate if "ecocide" will come to pass.

Will we meet our goal, limit warming to 1.5 degrees?

Or watch as another Pacific town succumbs to the seas?

We are learning how to grieve a new type of loss.

A loss that is still here but is killing all of us.

With nasty gasses and terrible diseases,

There is no denying, we know who’s fault is it.