Global warming doesn’t matter.
It’s a distraction,
A symptom of a larger problem,
And, real or imagined,
Doesn’t change what must be done.

Our world is finite,
Contained,
And nothing can be consumed endlessly.
One change touches everything,
Altering it, for good or ill,
In ways we cannot always predict.
It is folly to believe otherwise.

We are living beyond our means,
On credit,
And, sooner or later,
Our bill will become due.
We must act before that time comes,
To moderate ourselves and our desires,
If, as a species, we are to survive.