The Maker (Sonnet)

Step by step we'll reach the mountaintop,
We'll build roads penetrating impediments.
Bit by bit we'll trash our conformities,
We’ll erect civilization upon reason and sentiments.
Day and night we'll stand tall in service,
Through storm, rain, heat and gloom.
There's no time for selfishness,
Being selfish would bring universal doom.
Sanity is in giving and caring,
It’s in every act of collective concern.
Because if you care only for the self,
Deserting your children your neighbors will run.
The world is our home and we must be its caretaker.
Comfort is luxury, it’s time we rise as the maker.