The Wall

The Wall, the other side, the barbed wire protecting us.
The enemy, the others, the bad things they do they tell us.
On the inside we are safe, we’re not hurt if we are here.
Come back inside, into the warm, away from those we have to fear.

The view that’s blocked, the voices we sometimes hear.
The sky that is serrated, the danger we are sometimes near.
The games we play so close to it, the call back which we obey.
We wait for its tearing down, we dream of that day.

And on the other side they laugh and play.
They seem to taunt us with their shrieking.
But we’re ok this side, we’re right and just.
We have our own havoc we could be wrieking.

It’s cracking now - this wall’s unstable.
I feel it less and less of a certainty.
I scrape and scrape and what do I make?
A hole where I can see to infinity.

They pull me from it, my eye leaves my porthole.
They tell me I’m bad and wrong for doing so.
To teach me a lesson they push me right up to it.
They tell me there is nothing out there I should know.

I’m pushed and shoved against this wall.
They turn me so my back’s upon it.
I should listen to them, my friends, my companions.
This is my home, where I belong, where I fit.

As they’re called back inside, I’m left out alone.
Looking up at the wall, my little hole – por fin.
All along I viewed the barbed wire to keep them out.
Little did I know it was to keep me in.