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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about hate in the world, and the world never seeming to change.

Submitted: April 18, 2012

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Submitted: April 18, 2012

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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 -

Everyday -

It is sad to say, friends

those walls divide us,

and we cannot separate

today from tomorrow . . .

from yesterday

as the walls continue to multiply

scorching us in the flickering flames of Dante’s Inferno

leaving no room for -

NO ROOM FOR –

Change . . .

 


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