A Wall in Berlin
I came to tell you something,
a certain exactitude.
There are those with walls in their minds.
Divisions in their brain
separate them from the sane.
But that’s not too bad.
For, they’re unaware, oblivious
to what we accept as normal,
incurious to what ought to be,
acquainted only with the geometry
of their personal maze.
But walls of man’s own volition,
in travesty to nature’s ways,
lying heavy on their foundation;
unacceptable, unscalable, deranged walls
that immure rational men:
these are the walls that gauge insanity
and drive men into delirium,
the walls we build ourselves
brick by bloody brick.
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