ICE

Ice is a strong force of nature. Cold and gleaming from within. Held by no law or direction. Just a fanciful brain, Seemingly a twin. Reminds me of history, not so long ago. Men in brown shirts on the go. Stamping to an order that will not last. No real joy, Just fear in their grasp. Too families as planes fly past. Ice when it changes to water, Flows on past. Brings destruction and fear. While people hold on to beliefs that should cheer. "We are citizens, We belong here!" As men in masks draw near. Water in its final stage is vapor, As it ages. Brave, nonviolent Citizens, Stand firm and cause a route. Watching ICE turn to vapor, As the sun comes out.