Hand me
the hammer of hope
let’s pound
the nail of fear
to create
this concrete connection
and make welcoming
walls of visions.
Come, let’s mix
sand of honesty
with rocks of faith,
and paint our ceilings
with dauntless colors
against
termites of hate.
For our wall’s holes,
let’s place transparent
windows of courtesy
and our entrance be
the always-open
door of unity.
Atop let’s use the
roof of compassion
and love be our
building’s foundation.
Wouldn’t this be an ideal nation?
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