Hammers

Nails furiously pounded
into the defense barrier
as a frenzy in protective passions,
so convinced all that zeal will be enough,
that devotion and dedication
are the iron to make any covering
like a steel in their texture.

When completed they stand as testimonies
of the confidence for the one with the hammer,
left to be a shield against any threat,
a perfect armor to clothe any weakness.

Then the rain comes and the crepe paper bunkers
all dissolve amid the drops,
for they were made more of assumptions
than the truth about their essence.

To the person who was inside
those facts will be ignore
because he is already off building a new shelter
then taking a nap inside
and dreaming about places that are impenetrable,
which exists if you move fast enough
before the last construction falls apart.