Building Castles in the Skies
Castles are left unfinished in the sky as pendulums of wrecking balls fit the crimes
Of houses smashed from up high near fruit trees held fast by roots and limes
Collisions from separations interfere with the flow of a naturally peaceful river
Frictions of passions for self, with hatred of the other, bring more than one drop of tear
Sparks of protest are gleaned from a stubborn splinter causing both anger and fear
With which no third party can seem to interfere
And, historically, has come and gone.
That peaceful river is turning red from danger
As each side acts more like a pawn.