Surf down glaciers to end of the world,
Where clouds are always a dirty yellow.
Drag lithium to surface, drive away
In electric cars, tell yourself you’re green.

Too late, too late,
To save the world
Too late, too late,
End of the world

I thought we might just pull survival off,
Perhaps there was a chance, if we turned red,
But that was about twenty years ago,
Before politics turned bluer than blue.

Too late, too late,
To save the world,
Too late, too late,
End of the world.

Skate on ice shelves as they float away free,
Into plastic filled oceans coloured grey,
As forests burn, viruses explode,
Everywhere skies streaked blood red and orange.

Too late, too late,
To save the world,
Too late, too late,
End of the world.

Empty purple planes line up on runways,
Holiday desire sends fools to amber,
It couldn’t get any later because,
Secretly, yet openly, we know it’s

Too late, too late,
To save the world,
Too late, too late,
End of the world.

Harry Rogers, In The Yellow Room, 21st May 2021.