There might be snow on Mars, the probe reports,

four hundred million bucks this info cost,

while here on Earth we lose our life supports,

another day, another forest lost.

We soldier on, despite what we have learned,

we’re staring Armageddon in the face,

another million tons of coal is burned,

but no-one sees, they’re watching outer space.

No money can be spared for solar cells,

wind generators? What if there’s no breeze?

A deaf ear’s turned to climate warning bells,

as polar icecaps melt into the seas.

We probe into infinity and more,

expand our ever-growing knowledge base,

but greenhouse gas? The country’s much too poor

to finance something that may save our race.

The moon has been forgotten now, but why?

We only scratched the surface of its soil -

perhaps they found that big ball in the sky

was simply that – and wasn’t full of oil...

So here on Earth we pat each others’ backs,

the Martian probe has maybe found some snow...

it’s wonderful to have such useful facts -

what every dying planet ought to know.
 

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