THE PRICE OF CARBON Julia pledged allegiance To our hapless Elma Fudd But with the faceless factions schemed Nipped his mandate in the bud And then declared profoundly ‘There’ll be no tax on carbon under me’ But for Green support her Judas goat Corralled us up a tree. If she puts a price on carbon And a new tax is to be our fate Its time we took more notice Entered into this debate. We have all embraced technology Which for so long have aspired And have no plans to forego All the things that we’ve acquired. They play upon our conscience With the threat of climate change But to really make an impact Our way of life must re-arrange And if we made the sacrifice Hoped that others followed suit It would make such little difference That the questions surely moot. . But although we’re all just learning Penny’s got the wheels a turning.	2. A Tax on Carbon! - Really! How in heaven will that help? More jobs! - Indeed there’d be some All bureaucratic whelps. We’d consume as much as ever (But the cost would simply soar) Except for those new unfortunates Now numbered with the poor. . Bob! What would the world be gaining As at home our lights are waning? To become so impoverished That production lines would stall Sure, then the greenhouse gases From this land, at least, might fall. But the world would no doubt snigger As those cushy jobs were gained While from productive industry See all honest labour drained. . Does Peter want us squirming While our beds are burning, burning? Do not think us negative Our heads buried in the sand We’d get behind initiatives Constructively well planned. Clean up our fossil industry Expand our research - Please! Then get back to basics And plant a lot more trees.	3. Fuel cells for motor cars? And also - dare I say? New age nuclear energy Might still just save the day. But the Bill that is before us Makes such little sense That you really have to wonder If its all a great pretence. For they’ve spent the family silver And the coffers have run dry So a cynic has to question Is it really, just a lie? Dressed up in a sheep‘s clothing To create in us some doubt. Of ulterior motives For what this tax is all about. We are told its not a money grab And will all be handed back Compensation will be granted For those abandoned down the track. So what can be their purpose? Oh Silly - I forgot! Defer those payments for just a year Leaving billions in the pot. ©   Rodd Sherwin                                                                                   .
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