A Room Called Friendship

Broken down by bombs-
A brigade of circumstance
Against trust in a thing that is only trust,
It can't be built when constant bombing lasts

Brick by brick things are built,
A wall can forms into a room,
Before it's closed it can be blown up,
Bombing creates its doom.

Words and circumstance force their way,
Logic teaches not to build.
No point in building up to collapse.
Prevention is hard work's shield.

Where's the reason in building up,
When all that's been hasn't last?
Forever stuck in rubble,
Building leaves the inside trashed.