One shelters in a comfort where none can roam,
The other wanders with hammer, and crafts crudely;
The first finds security in a tyrant’s home,
While the second strikes against hidden cruelty.

A pounding of the hammer begot
The reprisal of a sordid weak-spot;

But the movement of a hammer had sought
Higher pillars to be erected in thought.

The first curse and condemn
At destruction’s wake;
But a hammer did mend
What was in their hearts to quake.


Will the first realize the fortune of breaking?


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Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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