Why Go South For Summer

Why Go South For Summer

Stomping through the snow

Stair-rod rain turns winter

To a muddy land of slush.

We’ve done away with winter,

No wonder with the heat

As we carbon-vomit skyward.

Leaving the sodden streets

I headed south for summer

And met her rushing north.

Nature violently protests

As we cook the planet

‘Till it’s overdone.

Twisters, sisters bent on hell

Wicked winds tear at hope and homes,

So we christen with sweetie names…

Solar storms batter our planet

Polar defences of iron shield us,

Ever vigilant, never sleeping.

Southern deserts creep to meet

A dwindling Polar mass.

Manufactured death-man’s Co2 gas.