Ever since I read it, years ago, the following poem keeps knocking on the door of my mind at regular intervals. Each time, depending on what’s going on in the background, it changes colour or unfolds
to reveal a different meaning.

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.