Today we had a budget released that hardly mentioned climate change, by a party that recently voted NOT to enforce penalties against the privatised water companies whose systems are unable to protect our rivers from repeated discharges of raw sewage.
It seemed entirely right to re-post this poem today.
Dirty old river
Dirty old river all rusty and brown
Coughs out a ship from the dirty old town
Scavenging birds patrol overhead
Searching for things only recently dead
Last resort trawler hauls close up to shore
Scrapes the last scallop and the very last prawn
Flatiron-shaped tug smooths out towards sea
Like the impossible flight of the last bumble bee
Dirty old river that once was so pretty
Collects like a sewer from the arse of this city
Where once swam the salmon, the perch and brown trout
Now just jobbies are bobbing about