CO2-phobia on parade

Check out this award-winning poem from a brainwashed 10-year-old:
Meadows students dominate in philosophy slam

I am dying.

My blue ice caps are melting away like ice cubes on concrete.

My water is rising as if it were a stalking tsunami.

There is nowhere for my polar bears to rest.

The skin of my continents is cracking

Like feet that have gone too far.

Soon when you look at my coasts, you will find bodies,

Floating in the sea with broken cities.

Would you help me?