Castles Of Sand

A mirror sees two different souls,
As we would to, if we so looked.
They do not reach skin deep – our goals.
Not far enough, so to be touched.
Yet silly little people choose,
What is so right, as well as wrong,
And people just like me and you,
Walk around singing hateful songs.
For when the Fox came to the Farm,
It was for them, a black, black day.
They’d heard of all those killing yarns,
Would sans of time make him away?
And would the Fox do unto them,
Just what the Sly Snake had once said?
No guidance, there was no ‘again’,
They feared the ground was painted red.
The Horse stood stern and looked austere,
With pitiful eyes, he stared down.
He seemed to think ‘it’s’ coat was queer.
But let it pass without a sound.
The Cock scowled twice, and made it’s point,
For it was one to speak aloud.
Voice its disgust at its new fright.
He said, “Stay there – behind your shroud!”
The Cow agreed the Fox was sore,
He feared for the farms old, old laws.
He said, “We do not like your sort.”
The Rabbits rose aloft its paws.
They shook, they frowned, they’re nerves so thin.
True they had not yet met the Fox.
But from the tales the snake did sing.
“We’re sure,” They said. “Our cause is lost.”
In stepped the Owl, her feathers frail,
She looked away into the night.
And spoke to them true wisdom tales.
“What giv’th us this holy right?
To question all the farmyards souls.
Perfectr angels are we all yes?
Well no, considering we scold.
For have we past the Foxes test?
Have we lived our lives that white,
That gives us this hammer to fall,
And send a stranger to the night?
And then behind them build a wall,
My friends, my friends our walls are lame.
Yes, we live in Castles Of Sand.
And if we blindly lay a blame,
Do we deserve the Castles land?”
The Owl looked hard and said to them.
“My friends just why do you so shout?
T’is not the sizes of ones kingdom,
T’is but the King inside that counts.”