Here!
Take this from me with a purpose to label it yours.
I wont be offended.
Nor will I be the one to defend my giving.
Or be stunned by a running you do into a brick wall.
Especially if those bricks,
Are the ones from me you decided you would pick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With every brick picked. One is waiting to put in it place. It's not a race of tearing these walls. But instead a need to keep from falling. Even if another expense. Especially if it is one that's adequately affordable. At least in some minds. But who knows whose really right.