Earth's Fatigue

One more spin around the sun
Is too much for me Children;
Your abuse has worn me out,
I cannot survive this drought;
My trees have been cleared away,
My Sons have been led astray.

My eyes grow weary and dim,
Hope falls between none and slim;
Water's life has been stolen,
While cities grow more swollen:
Full of narrow minds and greed,
Souls strangled by wicked weeds.

As I slow my rotation,
I wonder if Creation,
Will pause in their busy lives,
Look away from trophy wives,
Stare silently at still skies;
Would they even ponder why?

Or will they just carry on,
Until all of life is gone?

The End

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