꧁ The Elusive Promise ꧂
In a world where promises are spun,
Governments declare, their will is done.
Targets set to halt the warming's might,
Yet they dance away, like whispers in the night.
Oh, the grand ambitions they proclaim,
To save our Earth, to douse the flame.
But as the years go by, and seasons change,
Their promises fade, like a distant exchange.
Target dates, they push, and push again,
A dance of politics, a game of pretend.
The urgency of now, it slowly fades,
Lost in the haze of bureaucratic charades.
They speak of hope, of a greener land,
But actions falter, like shifting sand.
The Earth grows weary, burdened by the strain,
While empty promises fall like drops of rain.
The clock keeps ticking, the world keeps warming,
Yet the targets move, forever transforming.
The elusive promise, a mirage in the air,
Leaving us longing, in a state of despair.
