Three Degrees Warmer
It’s three o clock in the morning
It’s three degrees warmer at sea
What’s going to become of our world
In under a century?
Two degrees is a figment
There isn’t a chance in hell
That Paris or any Agreement
Will save us from climate Hell.
This makes three hells in one poem
Which doesn’t sound good at all
But then neither does three degrees
And that’s what we’re heading for.
There’s lots of numbers these days
It’s hard to remember them all,
Remember the number that matters
In eighty years time we’ll recall -
Its 3
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