Pigs by James Lilley

James Lilley, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

Pigs at the top table,
Spewing lies, spinning a story,
Another fascinating fable.

Does anyone find it strange
35,000 delegates flew
To a conference on climate change?

Fly less, holidaying once a year is to far
But the President had a convoy
Of eighty five cars.

Worry not because mother nature
Wears our scars.

Why do the rules matter?
Eat less meat
But only the pigs get fatter.

A single tree falls in a forest
Still our ambitions
On change are too modest.

Save the trees, the bees and the sea.
Fuck the government and fuck Boris.