Storm Warning

Who dares squat on a windblown cliff

With a westerly 

churning strong

Watching breakers pound 

On ships at sea

Until their Ironsides turn to rust 

Bid them haul their lines

 unfurl their sails 

Find harbour as they must

For the world is turning

the seas are burning

And forests composting  to dust

Is this is the fuel 

the past will pour

On the funeral pyre of the sun 

The terrible price 

Mankind will pay 

To pollute another day

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