If it is true that every cloud

Is silver-lined, there’s little doubt

That planetary extinction’s mortal shroud

Will be a silver lining to write home about.

Consumer Faith bids us remain

Positive and turn blinded eyeAway from the unpleasant and insane,

In case we slow the march of Private Enterprise.

Within our passive, brainwashed minds,

High on the hype of Market Bull,

No matter what new horror Science finds,

The global bottle always looks three-quarters full.

Young Greta sounds the fire-alarm

And warns the world it’s time to panic.

But snake-eyed Corporations have no qualm.

Nor had the sea which sank the Unsinkable Titanic.

So long as Market Forces rule

And Economic Growth’s on track,

If Wall Street’s happy, everything is cool,

And all we wanna say is “Quack!” and “Quack!” and “Quack!”

Unceasing Economic Growth

Feeds like a vast malignant tumour

Upon the world, annihilating both

Its future and its past to appease The Great Consumer.

Eight billion souls are bound to die

Some day– that’s called Mortality.

If thanks to humankind THE END IS NIGH,

The Upside will be peace, and true finality.

Time like an ever-rolling stream

Bears all its boys and girls away.

Eternity’s a myth, and hope’s a dream

Which flies forgotten at the dawn of Judgement Day.