Glass House

We live in a glass house

Glossing with radiance and beauty

A house built at a huge cost

Not only of gold and silver

But of sacrifice, sweat and blood.

Our peace is our glass house

Something to love and cherish

More precious than gold

We need not throw stones

Nor wield clubs and cudgels

We need not walk recklessly

Lest we ruin our castle

And our prestige will be no more.

Our glass house is fragile and brittle

Let caution be our watch word

For our glass house is our treasure.