I watched them tear a building down,
Sixteen men in my hometown.
With a mighty heave and lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled,
Just like those you’d hire to build?"
He laughed and said, "No, indeed!
Common laborers are all I need."
And I can wreck in a day or two,
What talented men took years to do."
Then I thought as I went my way,
Which role in life do I play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
And lives each day by a rule and square?
Or am I a wrecker in my hometown,
Content to knock and tear things down?
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