I don’t think this one needs any explanation, but just in case you really haven’t been paying attention, or are reading this far into my future, here’s a link.
November verse 5: After the COP Now the COP is done and dusted, should we kiss our bums goodbye? The weak goals are already rusted, weasel words from men of high position: coal is for down-phasing, future tech will be amazing. Leaders now aren't tragic Lears, but – deadly farce – white marketeers who think no further than tomorrow. Worst, there is none. Three degrees seems certain if we trust in these. But could some Second Coming sorrow rouse us from our stony sleep or are they right who call us sheep?