I wonder what the future holds
The climate is changing – or so I’m told,
In places far and near
We live in fear
Gone are the days
Of sweet summer haze
Breathe in the fog
Choke on poisonous smog.
You will no more
Survive the downpour,
Escape the bushfire,
Humanities funeral pyre.
We will destroy
A whole world of joy.
This is our fate
We don’t have long to wait
Using solutions already found,
What if we could turn things around?
(Alternatively, read from bottom to top)
This poem reflects the duality of choice – we can be victims of climate change, or we can choose to taken action. The two viewpoints are shown through two different ways of reading this poem. Inspired by Brian Bilston’s poem “Refugees”.