Infrastructure
In a population of little ballerinas
Tip-toeing through the mud
Prancing over grit and sand
Bending their glass spines to
Accommodate the will of
Those they don't know,

In a population of tiny dancers
Twirling with nameless partners
Side-stepping through adversity
Twisting their glass spines to
Accommodate the will of
Those they don't know,

I stand resolute.

For it is not love that paved our roads,
But the blackest of tar and the toil of the strong
Nor is it peace of mind that built our cities,
But the bones of ancients and the blood of the willing

Strength is not forged of happiness,
It is forged of the purest of necessity
It is forged of the deepest of hate