Reibus

In my Facebook page I have seen so many comments from deniers who simply don’t believe in climate change. They have berated the extinction protestors, the school protestors, the protestors of the Adani coal…. But I don’t think they have read anything they should read. This climate change is HAPPENING. If you believe in climate change, then pass this on to anyone you know who doesn’t believe in it. The stuff listed on here are REAL. In 1955 the California Institute of Technology geochemists had found that fossil fuel combustion had increased the concentration of atmospheric carbon by about 5%. This started the climate change event. 1957, Humble Oil scientists published a study analysing the “enormous quantity of carbon dioxide” since the Industrial Revolution 1968, Stamford Research Institute with API concluded that burning fossil fuels could bring “significant temperature changes” by 2000 1977, the American Geophysical Union predicted that fossil fuels would have

Temps move up, it’s getting too hot and bushfires pop up on any old plot Houses burn down, some people will die - they can’t see the road, they can’t see the sky Who’s there to help them, to get them out? Who knows what’s going on, who is about? Flames rage up and reach tops of trees and the ground is full of koala bodies The sky is yellow and orange and red and all animals panic, so full of dread What do you see? Are you there to fight? The bushfire can kill you – are you alright? Where’s the water? Is it out of the sea? Are you calm, can you foresee? How many hours has this now burned? Are enough people really concerned? It’s far too hot, the temperature’s up, when this will go out – how can we clean up? I’m not at this fire, I watch everyday and I cry myself, just thinking betray So many animals, left on their own; so many evacuees from the hotzone It’s burned too long, it’s killed this land: climate change exists – do you understand?

I sit in my house, feeling quite cold My memory so clear but nothing resolved I think of my life, my precious childhood Remember what happened when I was involved I learned how to swim, ride a bike and run Write poems and stories and read so much Rode horses, loved sheep, kept lots of mice Loved cats and dogs which I just wanted to touch It’s far far away, I’ve lost some memory But writing is now, it’s me in recovery I can think of my future and write all my thoughts Ride a bike, love cats and dogs, climb up a tree Just go for a drive, keep loving the country Walk by a stream or climb up a hill I’m at the top, I’m feeling I’m good This feeling is mine, my perfect free will So to keep me warm I must keep on writing Poems, short stories, a novel or two Writing is my future, my every day To all those who read, thank you, thank you!