On Walls

http://www.cbc.ca/books/2013/01/marcello-di-cintio-on-his-book-walls.html

We are so near and yet so far apart

The wall of stone makes concrete all our fears.

For even if we change our minds and hearts

This wall and all its meanings will endure.

Even in suburban avenues

Men have knifed their neighbours in  red rage

We hate those people who have different views

And cypress trees too tall  feel like  a cage.

We long for closeness,yet we fear too much.

Strong,invulnerable we would like to be.

Yet, without  open hearts, we  darkness touch;

And into hellish flames , we  foolish flee..

No wall endures forever nor  does fame

When we  reach our deaths we’re  all the same