Artist

Dance is dead
And music's dying
'Cause the world's
No longer vying
For the arts and
Artists trying
To make new of old
And crying
Out to those who
See the writing
On the walls
And know that fighting
Is in vain
No sense in lighting
A new flame
In chance of smiting
All the work of
Dancers flying
Through the air
With children sighing
To be them
Would be exciting
Dancing, leaping,
Twirling, gliding
To a page and
Often sighting
Tales of then
And now colliding
Using language
Often fright'ning
Scaring children
With their light'ning
Words of meanings
So enticing
To make us
Start recognizing
Fear and anger
Now are rising
Need is ever
Multiplying
Save our music,
Dance, and writing