Lesser of malleable metals
Of itself, rustworthy
A gift of the gods to man
Component o'er, essential
Civilization's start and end
For production's prosperity
Can reap destruction's disparity
All by intentions genesis birthed
The paradox that humanity brings
To interventions with the earth
Copper and tin make arms kept
That keep secure, that offend
Or compliments of betterment
To coax rewards of the land
Propagating life's continuance
Separated from lead, lost duality
Molded death cast to make rounds
Where war and violence battle on
Against the yielded balance of life
All by metal made of natural cause
Beneath a tin roof we survive
Thriving even in the duality of intent
Where a combination of actions
Milling toils and purpose together
To create finery from the gathered raw