And a Time to Throw Sand
After all, we are promised
To be like grains of sand,
Even while we are threatened
To become glass in nuclear fire.
Was the Minister irked
To get sand and not glass?
Do the Ministers prefer that we
Fear the glass and forget the sand?
Is the equality of the sand grains
Somehow not democratic,
While weighing who has collected more
Is pure democracy?
Or is the sand in the hour-glass
Of failed politicians running out?
Or do handcuffs it disappoint,
Failing to restrain sand?
The sands of unity and equality
Withstand the chaos of waters,
While some craved madmen
Cuchulain-like make claims
To battle the chaos
They create.
There is a time for everything
Under Heaven
And upon the Shores.
Let the sands fly.