My Lasting Minutes

They sip on bubbles high in air,
While preaching climate change despair.
“Net zero now!” they sternly bark—
Then jet to forums, leaving marks.

In carbon clouds they circle Earth,
Preaching to peasants what life is worth.
“Own nothing, smile!” the slogan screams,
While they hoard gold and global schemes.

They speak of love for working class,
But roll through towns in tinted glass.
No queues for them, no public strain—
Just five-star rooms and pink champagne.

They tax your car, your farm, your light,
Then dine on oysters every night.
They ban your steak, your fire, your cow—
While wagyu sizzles on their plough.

Their green crusade is just a grift,
A power grab in climate’s drift.
Their virtue loud, their hearts stone cold—
Their lies are bought, their truth is sold.
So raise a glass to the ruling fraud—
Who plays the saint and lives as god.
While you freeze bare in candle’s glow,
They toast the poor from Davos snow.