the bitter Icelandic cold is calling to say
“better get home quick with no delay”
“It is going to be cold until may”
“the chill is hard, the snow lay thick”
“lucky for you, your house is brick”
In a changing world for boys and girls
drains are clogged with fattened gel
seas destructive plastic waste
pour down sinks your mouldy baste
wipe the smirk right off your face
I’d rather not be here in this place
Ignorance is bliss without a kiss
never forget it could be missed
or bomb the world and wake up pissed
if it’s dark is there nothing to see?
a tree falls in a forest, it’s just a tree
when everyone dies, will Jesus see ?
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