Young man, put away the gun

Dancing is much more fun

 

You may be confused of mind

Facing life, sometimes unkind

 

Your family lost in the quake

Devastation of a mighty shake

 

Bliss was never known to arise

From the bent act of suicide

 

Our maker exhorts us to abide

For undying on the other side

 

With fidelity, woes waltz away

Frolicking the creator’s way

 

As well, mid myriad ethnicity

Fox-trotting fetches festivity

 

Young man put away the gun

Daily dancing is unending fun