Strings
How easy it is to lose what we cling to!
How fragile, these shining lives, how easily extinguished,
yet how beautiful.
Our bones - reliable, powerful, wonderfully crafted,
are but toothpicks
to the great hammers of war and rage.
We are strong enough to build, to protect,
but our strength to destroy is ever greater.
Our hope - the light that guides us forward into each new day,
can be hidden from us
by a single sentance, nay, even
by the lack of one.
By a silence after "I love you."
Our very society - everything we've ever known,
could crumble in the time of one horrible day.
At the turning of a few keys, the pressing of a button
to kill the world.
That could have happened, really happened.
We are marionettes held together by these strings.
O! that I might dance such a beautiful dance...
But we must brave this storm of blades
or be cut down
lifeless.