The world is what it is, and so we run
From highways, streets, and lanes to city queues;
We know we cannot end what we’ve begun,
But while the time is here, we still can choose
To light a fire, or, perhaps, diffuse
A situation set to go awry —
Where none can win then everyone will lose.
For beauty’s more in action than in eye,
Like kindness, which is rarely overdone,
Some understanding, surely, must beat none.