Climate change poem by Jack Clydesdale (10SCA)
How can you claim this world as your own?
As it gets worse you sit by on your phone,
As trees die,
Smoke flies,
As rubbish sits forming a pile
You just sit by with your smile,
People have denied for years,
yet the point of no return still nears,
but if more people spoke
and helped heal the planet we have broke,
then maybe people wouldn’t deny for years
as the point of no return nears,
you could smile
as rubbish is recycled is stead of forming a pile
smoke wouldn’t fly
and trees wouldn’t die
and then you wouldn’t have to sit by on your phone
and then you could claim this world as your own