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
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