This idea came to me on the climate change demo in London a couple of years ago (a little ironic as this was in December and the weather was completely freezing, but of course we shouldn’t confuse weather with climate) . I thought of it as a cartoon – with Hot Air emanating from the Houses of Parliament, as the Thames slowly submerges the politicians from below – if only!
Hot Air
Trains trundle to and fro; tired travellers,
Stuffed sardines suffer in squalor.
First-class fat cats with fatter wallets
Relax, remote from the raucous riff-raff.
Six hundred hypocritical half-wits howl hot
Air against applications; altercations arise -
Irate imprecations, impossible implications.
Not In My Back Yard!
Motorway madness means mollycoddling motorists
Belching bellicose blasts, bloated back-benchers
Pork on parliamentary privilege,
Amidst great guffs of hot air.
If only Nature could be given wings
And the Earth’s glacial progress
Measured in a five-year term.
When the Barrier bursts open
And foetid, algal slurry laps around designer suits;
Spoils their Jimmy Choos,
Then they might listen.
Or we could take power for ourselves
Then we would be doing the listening.
