The Wall
They looked destitute, desperate and worn-out
from the inside. Their spirit and pride was deflated
from within.
On the other end they saw their dreams chained
and buried in tombs, by people who claimed
were liberating them from darkness;
without their spirit, they were in the dark.
A wall was separating them from their presumed liberators;
the wall was invisible and high. The wall was in their thoughts...
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