Walls

Knowing that we too shall pass

And grass will grow upon our bones

And moss on the tombstones, we leave walls.

Some enthrall. Long, meandering and invincible

Or others, humble. A space for our children

To live in. Or to fight over and squabble,

Create trouble. So families will separate

And the state will split itself into

Two. Add East and West or North and South

To badmouth the other, while forgetting,

The creeping vine that they call time.

It climbs and covers until all we see is vine.

A lifetime disappearing in an instant,

Indicates our descent. Nations, like families fall,

And then we recall. It was all because of a wall.