When love dies,
It is not always hatred that takes its place,
Sometimes it is nothingness and void showing their ugly face.
When bravery dies,
It is not always cowardice blowing its horn,
Sometimes acceptance of the fear is born.
When kindness you used to receive dies,
It is not always that cruelty looks promising and grand,
Sometimes self protection and love come forward to hold your hand.
But when humanity dies,
It is always melancholy and destruction making their way,
No good or constructive feeling ever gets a say.
Be kind. Be human. Love everyone. Smile more often.. Count your blessings.