I really don’t know
Whether man-made climate change is real.
It does seem to me that the scientific community
Is like a very well-trained herd of circus seals,
Performing on cue for the sake of plastic fish,
The latest of the Ringmaster’s crackpot deals.
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But if its all true and not just a botch
And civilisation is bound to meet its maker,
Then I’m not too concerned if it happens on my watch
In an ugly sort of sooner rather than later.
You see, the perception of tragedy is the ultimate ego-frame
For the playing of every conceivable silly drama
And the pointing of every angry finger
Wagging between contempt of self and failed saviour.
Whenever the world ends, your individual karma will go on
In another form, in another place.
Like the hard words of loyal sons,
Life only seems unjust when judged in haste.
The science is complex but do you really need to know?
If you choose to live simply
For your own joy and personal liberation
As well as for the sake of future generations,
Then surely the Heavens will come down,
Man-made climate change or no,
By the radiant heat of your Inner-Glow.
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