Staring at a wall

I’m staring at a wall

It’s two feet thick

It’s built of bricks

And iron rods

And wooden beams

But not all walls are what they seem

I’m staring at a wall

Or rather at a floral wall paper

Of gardenias

stamped like cookies on a baking tray

Evenly-spaced, floating,

as if grown in some alien garden

I’ve seen honey bees

Die in a vain

Trying to draw pollen from the printed paper

There are factories that produce plastic fruit

And They have walls

Wrapped in barbed wire

Their pollution offset by the people they hire

Their stock is impressive,

Their workers are tired

And If the people get angry

Their walls will get higher.

I’m staring at a wall

That’s not yet built

A wall proposed to keep us safe

A wall like any other

Except that it would cross across five states

With a couple tiny gates.

I’m not staring at a wall

I’m staring down a huge mistake

Let’s really think what it would take

Let’s try and think like we’re adults

Let’s not build our walls so high

That all we hear are the hurled insults

I see far too many walls

Opportunities are being shut

I’m not asking to build bridges

I just want the doors to open up

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