If I were a bona-fide greenie
there’d be heaps of things I couldn’t do.
I wouldn’t be lit-up at midnight
typing these poems for you
(…for a start!)
I’d be out there hugging a tree-trunk
in the dark, in the rain, in a field.
The hypocrisies of wannabe greenies
are embarrassing – once they’re revealed.
Who would burn off barrels of diesel
gadding about the terrain?
Or pollute the upper ionosphere
jetting about in a plane?
Who’d sit at a desk well past midnight
and tweet messages all afternoon?
Who’d hang on a phone ‘cos it’s running red hot
in their own locked-in-tight climate zone?
Saving the planet ain’t easy,
(though it does make one seem very nice!)
But with modern-day games and distractions,
it requires too much self-sacrifice!