Balanced on thin ice

Equal action deserves the lot,
Story lacking the desired plot,
Seldom do idiots loose,
Bad folks kneeling to choose.

Skating yings the yang,
Silence obscures the pain,
Dead folk like to lie,
While everybody else has to cry.

Then it was seen coming down,
All that shit blowing around,
Some saw gold and dug in,
Good blew away with the wind.

Between a first to last,
Division parts future to past,
Civil discordance here,
Conformity over there.

Angels are begging tonight,
In a sky of fire and light,
Balanced on thin ice,
Got them thinking twice...............

FTBAS 12.8.12