When I was young, you told me the scientists couldn’t agree.
I argued when you blustered, that one volcano meant our emissions didn’t matter.
I plead when you complained, it was hotter when you were younger.
I whined when you joked, that China produces more than us so don’t bother.
I despaired when you claimed, that global warming was fake because it was cold today.
I cried when you asserted, that you had had enough of experts.
I shrugged when you postured, we need to acclimatize when no rain fell in a month.
I sighed as you were silent, as the wildfires burned.
Photo: Fire-damaged moorland © Dave Thompson released under CC BY-SA 2.0