The Building of the Wall

into the world comes a brand new life & regardless of whatever consequences brought it the little one now breathes this air the little one now feels the chill the little one absorbs every stimulant every single iota of experience pours into the eyes sucked in by the little ears all in the attempt to understand all in the attempt to survive this place outside the womb. the parent the prime caretaker the one seen by society to be the best of all worlds the one who has stood between the child & the concrete below the one who initially says that they will love & care for this new being, this is the person from whom all the bricks are brought. for the wall begins to be built when the molder begins to carve this little one into what they could never be--- when the molder begins to draw perfect little parameters round the body of the little one--- when the molder begins to abuse with doctrines when the molder begins to instill upon the little one a worldview that is known only to the molder & the wall begins to be built. the molder takes the child to its gatherings mingling, showing off the little one, talking of what the little one might be like when they are older, how the little one might very well follow in the footsteps of the molder. and with each brick of certainty with each brick of dogma & willingness to submit to the world around them the wall towers above the height of the still staggering little one who, while still trying to attain the art of walking, eating & cleaning up after itelf, now has been closed off to the rest of the world before it even had a chance.