Funny Old World

We live in a funny world.
We plant trees by our roadside
and drive around in metal chunks.
We trade paper.
We keep round pieces of metal in fabric
and bring it wherever we go.
We look out into space
And down into the deep.
We pass one another
In disdainful recognition.
Oh, it's another human.
We move along, and the world- it turns.
We get by and history laughs at our mistakes.
There's so little we can do
Yet everything is in our hands.
Hitler, Mother Theresa.
I think they knew.
World Wars, Revolutions, devastations, triumphs.
We've been there.
And the world -it still turns.
It's awful and awesome all at once.