The Temple of Water
Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
Flowed smoothly like a vast river.
Values, deep as the core of the Earth,
Built by our successors, by the Builders,
To stand on the core principles of Humanity.
The Temple of Water was built upon this.
Never to collapse.
Never to freeze.
The most important part of the Temple
Was not the columns, or the walls.
Or the floor.
It was the ones who built it from the ground up.
The Builders.
The ones who came from far away.
The ones who made the Temple stand tall.
The ones who made the Temple stand proud.
The Water ran through the Temple,
Vast, like a delta through a valley.
Full of vibrant colors.
As promised by the Builders.
All were welcome in the Temple of Water.
Until the Water froze into Ice.
Shouts, masks, and violence.
The freezing of the Water.
All because the Builders of the Temple–
The core of the Temple–
Spoke differently.
Ate differently.
Dressed differently.
Worshiped differently.
Even though the Water was promised for all,
It only remained for the Snow,
White, cold, and uniform.
Snow and Ice,
Both white.
Both ruthless.
Both refused to believe the Water was necessary.
Both refused to believe the Builders were the foundation.
Most barely noticed at first.
Some stopped going to the Temple.
The white, powerful Snow
Had taken power once again.
Slowly but surely,
The Water became silent.
Freezing slowly.
Some could tell it was happening.
They stared in dismay.
They tried to stop it.
Foundations got weaker and weaker.
The Snow cheered.
Cracks became prominent.
The Snow cheered.
Water became a cold slush, almost immobile.
The Snow cheered, cheered.
The Snow cheered, until the day
The Temple collapsed.
Then the Snow realized what they had done.
The Temple of Water was gone.
It could not be rebuilt.
A poem written by Claudio P. G8
Regarding the state of the United States and ICE