The world’s broke and won’t get better even with the warmer weather
Even with big cash injections or financial course corrections.
Mother Nature has come calling and her death rate is appalling;
We brought this upon ourselves with our pumping oil-wells -
With much rapid mass air travel our bright future’s come unravelled.
Where do we then go from here - when the end seems sharp and near?
We return to hope and faith, turn to proudly face our death.
With hearts brimming pure and gay, naught can fain lead us astray.
[americanifesto - 場黑麥 - jpr - urbanartopia - whorphan]