These walls are built to separate
Divide, keep apart, tear asunder
They are popping up everywhere
Be they in bricks, concrete or wire
They are patrolled day and night
By armed military guards
Not afraid to shoot on sight
And their faithful dogs to attack
"They shall not pass" is their motto
"The enemy is barbaric "
"They're bend on our destruction "
"See the horde of them", they say.
And the borders are closing
And the walls are rising
And the people are still coming
Are still hoping against all odds
That somehow they'll escape
The madness left behind
The walls of sorrow are
Our walls of shame.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016,
TSL, 23/30
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