The Wrecking Ball

A wrecking ball roamed the town,

bringing every nice wall down. 

It found fault in every one,

Too tall, too thick, too lavish, all undone.

It tore down walls with might and power,

never to stop, think or cower.

It broke and smashed with all its might,

But never wondered if right.

It came back home one fateful day, 

To find its own walls in disarray.

 It had destroyed what it called home, 

And was left alone to roam.

But the builders, they did not despair, 

They knew how to repair.

They picked up each brick with care,

And built again, with love to spare.

Only the walls it could break, 

But not the spirit of those who make.

 It realized too late, 

That to build is the true fate.

So now it stands, a lonely sight.

 A reminder of its destructive might. 

While the walls stand tall and bright,

Built by those who saw the light.

• Builder
• Wrecker