Old dusty men with their pocketbooks full

Cry out falsely with their indignation

Scientists and parents portend doomful

They balk at lack of ruin's mitigation

Temperatures rise, watersheds receding

Starvation rumbles innocent bellies

Tempers rise, the virtuous left bleeding

Fearsome storms rage, floods crash over levees

The globe spins on, indifferent to the pain

Billions cry out as she keeps on turning

For she knows humans have nothing to gain

And all to lose as they keep on burning

She smiles at their fires and shrugs at their waste

She's here for billions whilst they're all erased.