Story of the Carbon Tax

Once we were free, once our voices were heard.

When Julia said, “no carbon tax”, we took her at her word. 

We went to the polls, and our future was unclear.

There was a deal with the greens, it realised our worse fear.

Bob had the power, and he wanted a tax.

Julia had no choice, but to give in to these hacks.

She stood there with Oakeshott, plus Windsor and Combet,

and announced to the nation, that we all should pay.

The people were shocked, we went into a rage.

So too did the media, apart from the ABC and The Age.

They said, “we need to get moving, we’re falling behind.”

But, just look at China, are you out of your mind?

Bob doesn’t like coal, and wants to shut down the mines,

and all of this based, on some bristlecone pines.

Abbott asked, “what about jobs? Do you even care?”

“Nonsense,” said Gillard. “That’s just a scare.”

We paid for their ads, so they ran auditions.

Then we found out the price, we’d pay for our emissions.

Soon we’ll be stuck, trapped in this scam.

The government shrugs, they don’t give a damn.

Here is a far better poem about climate change; Dorothy McKellar’s ‘My Country’.


About Climate Nonconformist

Hi, I'm the climatenonconformist (not my real name), and I am a global warming skeptic, among the few in generation Y. With Australia facing the prospect of a carbon tax, we need to be asking the simple question; where is the evidence that our emissions are causing any dangerous warming?
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