Death of Walls

Born, we live to see Walls being erected here and there Houses stand still in beauty Inside the walls resides the warmth of love But again, inside coldness we taste All colors of earthly life paint the walls Time comes and it rains wild Strong winds hurl Trees tumble down their dead branches Scratches trace on painted walls The walls’ hue goes morgue If not wholly painted anew Colors fully wash away No more brightness to call For dullness invades the walls Beauty no more to mull For the walls’ brilliance has vanquished And so dies off the beauty of the wall Poem by Mugisho N Theophile