Thin Ice Poem by Oliver Coleman

Walking on the thin ice
In the grip of a vice
Stuck between two or more forces
Words back and forth like raging horses
Once the uproar has died down
The involved have not to wear but a frown
Three hundred sixty degrees
More aggravating than parking fees
Drop the subject
Quit while your ahead
Words can be harsher than lead
Using emotions that dodge and veer
Thrown around like a poisoned spear
Debating whether or not to hold fast
Putting dirt over the past
Politics of bitterness and rage
Form a dull and dangerous cage
The white knight appears
Unrecognized but sheds no tears
The true hero values the happiness of others over his own
Peace and tranquility ensue
A guiding smile and a clear view
All the answers in the palm of his hand
Still remain locked up as If they are canned
Never the less
And to anyone's guess
Why he must stay vigilant
And stand on thin ice