There are walls which sometimes divide
a nation which does not need this
and relationships collide aloud in darkness
where minds can crack sometimes -
And sometimes -
Its bricks can be laid between black and white,
yet it remain unseen between lies or truth
which masks over reality behind fantasy floating the phantasm?
Is there really a difference between life and death
when the world is split with hate?
Once in a while, walls can crumble,
and Rome was rebuilt over its grave;
it is hard to say bricks cannot be laid again
when new walls are built everyday -
It is sad to say, friends
those walls divide us,
and we cannot separate
today from tomorrow . . .
as the walls continue to multiply
scorching us in the flickering flames of Dante's Inferno
leaving no room for -
NO ROOM FOR -
Change . . .