A CONVIENT UNTRUTH.

"Our world is doomed,"intoned Al Gore.
To all the media he could cite;
With whom he had such great rapport,
He knew his timing was just right.

“With all this burning oil and coal,
We’ve global warming and no hope.”
“With glaciers melting and ozone hole,
Our world is doomed, it just can’t cope.”

“We’ve felled our forests, cleared the land,
There’s desolation all around.”
“Where once majestic trees just grand,
We now have salty farming ground.”

“The Polar Bears have naught to eat,
They’ll be extinct before long now.”
“The ice shelf’s melting ‘neath their feet.”
“To fossil fuels, we can’t kowtow.”

‘With CO2 and global warming,
We must adapt and bring in changes.”
“Use less power and stop consuming
Resources, as we’ve done for ages.”

The media clapped and how they cheered,
They had the headlines which they sought.
Things were worse than they had feared;
This florid copy could not be bought.

An old grey headed man of science
Was listening in the crowd,
He understood the weathers puissance.
A lifelong work that made him proud.

“Mr. Gore, you’ve had your say,
With arguments that just inflames,
Irrational thoughts of earths doomsday.”
“With no data to support your claims.”

“I’ve studied fickle climate all my life;
I know that that science must be humble.”
“Sensational claims have oft been rife;
Foundations later, just to crumble.”

“In the clear light of reasoned truth,
Your predictions so calamitous.”
“In the future will be seen uncouth.”
“Just scaremongering, most outrageous.”

“For if we torture data sufficiently,
Well, it will confess most anything.”
“Results thus obtained most poignantly;
Truly, they amount to nothing.”

“So Mr. Gore, I put it to you now;
You’ve had acclaim and won a Nobel Prize.”
“Yet live a life voraciously, you must avow.”
“Seen as hyprocitical in most our eyes.”

“From the comfort of your privilege,
You demand of others, sacrifice.”
“For no purpose other than to assuage,
An hypothesis, unproven, imprecise.”

“But our world is doomed,"rejoined Al Gore.
“In politics I need the headlines.”
“Your rational science I deplore;
My status rests upon my by-lines.”

Pikey.