Alone?

Alone. Fragmented. Privately owned. The attempt to unite is futile. A man -- or woman, or some other thing whose hands act life chain-link dividing the land -- He -- or she or it -- acts anonymously, pulling the strings and pressing heated brands. Separate sand castles -- castles made of sand -- are the first to be swallowed by the sea. Therefore, he or she or it feels safe, since we are all lined up near a ready shore -- divided and deserving of derision -- separate sand castles lacking common sense. Fools are we for thinking we are forlorn, for we are united by our division.