Empires and Sandcastles


They say that you can hear the screams
echo in the canyon at night.
Screams of righteous fury and terrified agony.
The soil is as red as the blood once spilled.
A child builds a castle along the river
She wonders what life was like back then
Tales of strife and sacrifice
narrated by her grandparent
on late nights by the fire.
She spends hours working away,
skin burning in the harsh sun
Eventually she stops and admires her creation.
She's called in for lunch by her aunt.
With a forceful kick her work crumbles away.
In seconds her castle was gone
And in weeks empires fell.


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