Too many kick down sand castles,
Stamp on towers and turrets,
Tear away curtain walls and battlements,
Drag their
feet across mounds of sand,
Smirk and
laugh, as they walk along
the edge of the ocean.
Perhaps they
do not see the builders,
Crouched
along the shore
with their buckets and shovels
Packing and
sculpting sand into havens
For imaginations
that see a world
Where builders
outnumber vandals.
Where builders
write, and
Ink is not
smeared,
Paper is not
torn, and
Centuries of
truth building
Are not
demolished.
cmheuer©2/2024
