Earth is like a soap on a rope

I have just watched a TV program about climate change and then saw the news about "U.S., Russia, Kuwait and Saudis block key climate study at COP24"

https://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/un...

This double whammy inspired me to write the following poem:


Earth is like a soap on a rope
twirled around by the sun,
year after year,
in an endless run.

I wonder if the sun is aware
how sick, how beyond hope
how badly infested by us
this poor globe is at the end of the rope.

If I were the sun
I wouldn't want to know…
…I would open my hand;
let the poor bastards go.