Prayer 2 Poem by Max Reif

God Help our world
whose forests are falling under the axe,
whose air is slowly warming and
whose oceans are rising,
whose mineral deposits are running low,
whose highways are slow with traffic,
whose cities reap a daily harvest of smoke,
whose animal species are disappearing,
whose indigenous cultures are being decimated by Rambo videos and Nintendo,
whose weak are preyed upon in a thousand different locales,
whose people die in exploding cars,
whose sons and daughers wander homeless,

whose gates new souls enter every day
from other realms with clear, radiant eyes,
may the saviours of humanity be among them.