I never post poems as news releases, but somehow with the happenings of the past few nights with instances of protesting, lootings, burnings and violence resulting from the intense hatred that seems to have infested our country by individuals seemingly determined to bring our country down, somehow this one seems appropriate:
I watched them tearing a building down, A gang of men in a busy town. With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell, they swung a beam and a side wall fell.
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled and the men you'd use if you had to build?" He gave out a laugh and said, "No indeed, just common labor is all I need, and I can easily wreck in a day or two what builders have taken years to do."
So, I thought to myself as I went my way, "which of these roles have I tried to play? Am I a builder who works with care, measuring life by rule and square" Am I patiently doing the best I can, shaping my deeds to a well-made plan? Or am I a wrecker who just walks the town, content with the labor of just tearing down?"
I'll have to admit, I've had to ask myself, "What have I done for my Community, God and Country? Have I been a Builder or a Wrecker?"