Winter will be the time for truth
when the world we have tried so many
centuries to tame will burst its way
in through your door and startle you awake.
The cold will no longer be kept at bay,
will no longer bend with food
and there will be nothing in the till.
For if the day is calm
and the rain keeps falling
there will be no power
to allow you to pay your bill.In medieval times
the mare was harnessed
to trot to market.
No-one needed fuel
to feed machines.
If the wind didn't blow,
no corn was ground to flour
If the stream dried up
the water-wheel no longer turned.
Men and animals provided power then.But now
we no longer toil
Yes now
we have machines to do our work
But when tomorrow comes
we will wait
for the rain to fill the streams
we will wait
for the wind to blow our nice new sails
and we will wait
for the sun to turn our rooftop panels
into heat and light.Ah yes,
when tomorrow comes
we will know at last what it was like
back in those medieval times
when life was hard,
and life was brutish
and life was short
and winter cold
ate at your creaking bones.The internet will only bring you news
when the wind blows very hard.
You will only get the shopping home
when you have bought a horse and cart.* * * * *
It is the beginning of a new era
a new millennium
a time for change
a time for good intentions
a time for resolutions
worthy of a bright new centuryNew Zealand is prepared
"We will be carbon neutral within ten years" they said
But carbon in the atmosphere is only 0.04%
And humans only make 3% of that.Plant a tree they say
then mutter a hopeful prayer
But what will they breathe we say
if we take the carbon from the air?In 2010 not only had New Zealand
not reached its grandiose intentions
it had not progressed along that way
one single stepNot to be downhearted they proclaimed
they would indeed get there
within the next ten years
But still they are no further forward
and all that money spentNow the figures show that if they reach
their target by the centuries' end
they will be bankrupt
but the world will be a cooler place
by 0.004 degrees of fahrenheitOh dear
has someone boobed* * * * *
Mind the gap
between imagination and reality
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