I hope my grandchildren forgive you
for what you brought on our land
for the world we leave to them
Forgive the desert that was once California
the parched land and tongues of ordinary souls
rationed to a few drips a day
or will that be a week, who knows?
Forgive the 30 years wasted in deceit and denial
while simulations became fact
and facts piled on facts
and opportunities to act became wasted in dithering politics
And to the passing of the Floridas
while salt of sea infiltrated our children's drinking supplies
I fear not for New Orleans, she'll adapt
she always does
Forgive us the storms like no other
coming to a landmark near you
New York barraged by tides she'll not soon forget
Lady Liberty will stand as a beacon still
even waist deep in the ocean
I certainly hope they can find it in their hearts
to forgive your cowardice, your avarice,
your blind blinkered stupidity
'Cos God knows I won't
