Our Castles of Sand

Hands determinedly digging
 through sand, rocks and shells
 pounding, pumping and preparing
 magnificent mounds of living structure.
 
 Like castles of sand
 on a burning beach,
 our cities emerge
 from lifeless barren soil.
 A network of confusion
 erupting into violence and hate.
 
 Only the rich can have
 the upper windows
 that look out and on, away
 from the mess their hands
 have formed.
 
 The others, stifled
 sitting in houses
 awaiting death.
 Seizing, grasping any kind of joy
 that comes their way,
 even if their joy claims
 that of others.
 
 Stagnated youth, lying helpless at the end of a needle
 Stolen innocence of childhood appeasing the lusts of men
 Tyrannical credit cards
 seizing wealth that does not exist,
 pulling people into poverty
 in the name of freedom.
 
 Beware! the tide always comes
 what we think is permanent, stable and prolonged
 disappears in an instant.
 Our castles of sand
 that cost so much of life and beauty to build,
 will one day,
 all be washed away.