At the circus of Life I marvel at the ease
Of people on tightropes and the high trapeze:
A woman balances laptops and whisks-
Another juggles safe stocks and high risks-
Urchins in the city without the safety-net of home,
Cartwheeling, squabbling, through the alleys they roam;
But Man’s stone-age rages make my heart beat faster–
As he trundles his war-machines on the thin edge of disaster!