A Ballet in the Ruins

Balance, grace and beauty,

Kind people, feed human achievement…

A few greedy men kill off all life,

Creating a world of bereavement.

Desperate people strive to survive,

Hanging on to any loose thread,

While dancing in the ruins,

Choosing life, to honor their dead.

Human kindness is mandatory,

It’s absence, flows like a stream…

To another downhill location,

Where others dare to dream.