The Wall
The Wall
Generations have passed The Wall
glancing at its brick and mortar majesty.
Crowds gathered – to be amused,
swayed, exhorted, demonized –
by the vagabonds of vitriolic vendetta.
Unseen change posted its messages
“Awake, Arise, Agitate, Assemble”.
Causes layered upon demands
for more – or less. The wall shuddered
beneath the layers of torn torment,
joyous indecision, victory’s urination,
defeat’s desecration. She had felt the
icy sting of bloodied bullets,
endured the sunsets of hollow hope,
welcomed the silent midnight brushstrokes,
freshened dreams claiming ownership
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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