Summer is a hot topic,
now with a survival kick.
The lawn dried out,
nothing to discuss about.
An exceptional year,
the climate, o dear,
will not so soon regain,
heat is already a pain,
While we require action,
not until the next election,
a little longer ignorance,
the modern political dance.
One should do something,
unless it is the me who should,
me should just be king,
and the king goes far with a would.
So would someone please do whatever,
that is not connected to me,
to reestablish the weather,
between five and twenty degree,
no restrictions with the cars,
no limitations in industrial production,
tourism to the stars,
or beware energy demand reduction,
Someone fix now, all the bad,
and do not bother us with that,
it makes the kings and queens sad,
worrying their busy hat,
Probably someone should really start,
and accept this as a reality part,
that as we do now it will be a bumpy ride,
and from head and scarce water it is hard to hide.
It is a mentality of civilization,
if we want to keep our foundation,
and remember us being part of an ecosystem,
and re-integrate as good as we can,
to surf the heat wave to a joyful beach,
which is, for all of us in reach,
just we need to demand this path together,
and stand strong through rough weather.
I know being to political is not good. But seriously, we read more news about building energy and water demanding data centers for AI than any reasonable measurements against the climate changes we face. In a time where we cannot even cool our power plants in europe. It is far from hopeless, but it seems that we lost track.
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