DeFence This

Even the words of a king
fade on the wind.
Castles made of stone
eventually rescind.

Still we hoard our fortunes,
buried in banks and fields,
until we are beside them,
with the church bells last peel.

How many have been kept back,
by the misers hands?
What friendships did we lose?
What talents never found command?

How many hearts are broken,
for the love of land and gold?
Harsh word's silently spoken,
about a soul long since sold.

The Earth is a circle,
no beginnings no ends.
There's no room for fences
their security makes no sense.

There is one protection
from the madness and the harms.
If we stopped standing apart
and all became brothers in arms.