Social Building

Social Building

Broken and crumbling.
All of humanity,
naked and stumbling.
No supports,
No framework,
Just rumbling.
Brick by bloody brick,
She falls,
Her children go
Mortar denuded,
Mortally wounded,
A stature once proud,
Now humbling.
No need for bricks,
They cry,
No need for tricks,
They chide,
No need for repair,
They don’t even try.
The myth of the falling brick building,
They say,
Lying in her shadow,
Leaning on her walls,
content to stay.

John W. Allen

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