Thin Ice?

Living in the modern age,
death for virtue is the wage,
so it seems in darker hours,
evil wins, kindness cowers.

Ruled by violence and vice,
we all stand upon thin ice.
Are we brave or are we mice,
here upon such thin ice?

Dare we linger, dare we skate,
dare we laugh or celebrate?
Knowing we may strain the ice,
preserve the ice at any price?


Just think about it a bit...