I built a wall to save me from my foes
Now I am imprisoned in my home
Ten locks keep closed the many inner doors
And my anxious spirit cannot roam
If I fall, nobody can get in
If I die, unburied I will lie
I am kept from fruitless origin
Behind the mask of boldness I am shy
I may have talent useful to this land
I may be loved by good and merry man~
My life flows down like bitter,bitter sand
Soon my opportunities are gone
Too many doors and walls make us afraid
Too few may leave us in sorry state
How my heart sings 
This made me think of Trump and his “big, beautiful wall.” Sad.
Yes,indeed and Bethlehem has a big concrete wall right next to it.Maybe that is where Trump got the idea.”Bridges not walls”
brilliant piece of writing. on many levels. wonderful, my friend Katherine
I am glad you like it,Afzal
it is brilliant