Burnt sand castles

All the land around me is afire,
burning down to their heart’s desire,
and all my memories lie in ruin.
That’s what we get for assuming
that they would just be satisfied,
but all it did was feed into their lies.
Now, we plant the For Sale Sign,
and they continue to buy their time
to turn this ash into clay
and build a world for only them to stay.
Melissa R. Mendelson
Monroe