Welcome Mat

 

The world still spins

But what makes her go ‘round

In this flurry of chaos

With no love to be found

On this wild ride

Twisting this way and that

Our beautiful globe

Is starting to fall flat

Stamped upon

Like a threadbare doormat

Humanity wipes their feet

And never looks back

Still, she says, “Welcome”

Like a true diplomat

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