blissfully basking brits flocking to the beaches, burnt bits, fish and chips, ice-cream running down sticky fingers,
tinnies in the park, staying out till dark, bored boys sat at bus stops.
sweaty mums carrying crying babies, service workers smoking roll ups out back, bikini waxes, sweat patches, beer bellies hanging over.
lovers lounging under trees, nos canisters fill the streets, body builders flexing muscles, sweat dripping down their lips while the sun beats down.
Forest fires burn, millions displaced, the grounds scorched; infertile.
Days, weeks and months go by without rain, carbon fills the air; power cuts, blackouts and possible extinction, while the greedy fill their pockets.
Turn up the heat and feel the burn. We’re not long off 2 degrees…. When does it hit home?!