This old world is tired. <br />This old world is through, <br />And if you listen closely <br />You would hear it say: <br /> <br />All of the pains that you may have <br />Are nothing compared to mine. <br />I've lived so much longer than you have, <br />Through aeons and aeons of time. <br /> <br />I turn on my axis so patiently, <br />Waiting for time to be done. <br />I freeze at night in the moonlight; <br />I scorch ‘neath the light of the sun. <br /> <br />My wounds are deep and their hateful; <br />I'm defaced by scars of your wars. <br />My resources misused and wasted, <br />You've lost what could have been yours. <br /> <br />My air is polluted and harmful. <br />My waters are thick with debris. <br />My soil is burned out and poisoned, <br />And it's you who've done this to me. <br /> <br />You wait for your savior's returning <br />To save you from bonds of sin. <br />I long so much more for his footsteps; <br />He'll make me new again.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-world-3/
