Running.

 Running, running

Running, running from the soldiers

In East Ukraine and elsewhere

Women and children flee for their lives

Escaping from death and from despair. 

Running, running in the playground yard

The five year olds enjoy their play

Happy lives lie straight ahead

Laughter rings this joyous day. 

Running, running up the ladder 

Of the business world

Making contacts, playing golf, 

Making hay while time permits. 

Running, running in the airport hall

To greet the daughter who returns 

Tattooed and tanned from foreign lands

Tears of joy and relief hand in hand. 

Running, running is what we do

Running from grief, heading towards life

Movement the heart and very soul 

Of sadness and laughter, hope and belief.