Wally World
Walls are built
and
walls are breached
over the top
and
underneath.
Monsters mingling
with the innocent
clawing their way in
fingers pointing
like dirty socks in the wind.
Walls will go up
and
walls will crash down.
Walls bloom graffiti
and political clowns.
A symbol of fear and hate?
or dog eared political card.
Most people I know
cage their windows
and fence in their yard.
Is it about protection
or election year gold.
One thing is certain
walls make the heart beat
a little colder.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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