Ode To West Berlin

I have come to a city that is an island; Though waters are not the boundaries, you understand. It is an oasis in the midst of bondage for those who are free. And, I know it must be some intense form of sheer hell for those who from the other side can see. I saw a little sparrow transgress the huge, solid barrier that divides this city. I could not help but think that the sparrow comes and goes as freely as the winds – But the people could not; what a pity! Well, people are not sparrows and sparrows cannot be people – but what if they could be! Then, a wonderful thought entered my mind; those who wanted freedom could just fly here, you see. Well, that’s just a fantasy and that barrier is cold hard reality. It is a very sickening and sad monument to humanity. I can, at best, only speculate how it must feel to be totally controlled; Unable to go where you want to go, be what you want you be, or just to do the things you like to do; but only to do as you are told! What form of insanity created this graffiti-riddled barrier they call the “WALL?” Someone must know and someone must stop it before it destroys us all! Because, I know this form of insanity must still be with us today; And, I believe it will only depart us when that ugly wall is torn away. Then, all the peoples of Berlins would be free; Just like that little sparrow I did see.