When Will We Stop?
When will we stop to think of what we do? We treat this land as if it is our own; Then all of our mistakes
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
When will we stop to think of what we do? We treat this land as if it is our own; Then all of our mistakes
Record-breaking rainfall has surged, A thirty-year trend has emerged; Reminding us that we are small, The rain it continues to fall. A global growth
Contrails cast shadows across azure skies, As jet exhausts do freeze in cold, moist air. But we have just begun to realise The great effects
The warming of the seas signals the end For many living gardens in full bloom; The bleaching of the coral is a trend, The killing
The Arctic is warming so fast The Sea Ice will not always last, And as sunlight breaks through this tomb The algae continue to bloom.