A paradigm shift is a change in common sense. But
How do you go about re-arranging common sense?
Especially with years of research and journalism
Making the conversation long and dense.
Well, “sense” isn’t something to try and enforce, it should be
Kind of endorsed by a reliable source.
And in the case of climate change, a
Good place to start would be science, of course.
You remember science from school, an essential subject?
Let’s consider its standing with the general public:
Our scientists are in a position to advise us on some of our biggest decisions and it’s
Probably in our interest to listen, but
Also to invite others to witness the vision.
The first way to do that is to be the vision.
Through your lifestyle choices you can lead the mission. Bring the
Future to your present when it seems a bit distant: The
Cleanest existence is green and efficient
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And You
Haven’t really played your part until your
Lifestyle reflects a change of heart. It’s a
Continuous process, I’m still working on it myself but
Technology plays a major part.
I’m trying to play my part as an artist but all I
Do is write verses and harmonise melodies. Now, the
Point of us working together on this is that
One of you knows how to decarbonise energy
So if you could consider that when making your plans I’m
Happy to leave it in your capable hands.
This is the solution government can’t offer:
ground-level collaboration. Doesn’t it
Sound better than having patience?
Instead of sleepwalking into the governance trap, using our
Imagination to Take initiative as a nation, which involves
Looking at our economic ambitions to ensure that
As well as earning ourselves more and banking ourselves more we’re
Actually doing things we’re thanking ourselves for in the long run.
Because a lucrative plan is a smart one
But a sustainable plan is a strong one.
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You close your eyes so you can’t see the omens.
You try praying for rain. You wait
for an augury, sing to the brook
while the self flies out and away
like a bird from a withered branch
and the wind, with a hollow sound
like a breaking pot, whips the lake to a dance
of bubble-froth soap-suds, blocking the drain.
