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.
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