This globe reveals how we know the old world
So it doesn’t matter what pundits say
Lives are colors, iridescent and pearled

The paper wrinkles, nations left aged, curled
Rivers split where a child picked the blue line away
This globe reveals how we know the old world

Whole nations changed; wars and treaties swirled.
Sovereign countries like people go away
Lives are colors, iridescent and pearled

The old axis hesitates when whorled
But spin it does, right or left, either way.
This globe reveals how we know the old world

The parchment patterns, mimic grain burled
But it’s only inks and letters that say
Lives are colors, iridescent and pearled

Refugees wander the underworld
With suffering no globe can begin to portray
This globe reveals how we know the old world
Lives are colors, iridescent and pearled