Literature
A poem for a project...
Lithium
Why need to be kept safe?
When not one laid a hand for long,
since they know everything could go wrong?
Would your life be like one owned by a waif?
It really doesn't matter.
Sacrifices had to be made.
You have become a new tool of trade.
Without you, dreams hopelessly shatter.
You are first down, next to the real first,
and it means you are one of the different.
Your mates are not indifferent,
too, and not one of you is the worst.
But would they not admire,
your silvery white glow?
Through the protection, still you show
to the people afraid to expire.
You are named by those from Greece,
of "lithos" meant to be stone