Building walls is what we’re best at <br />Building them so high <br />Up beyond our heads <br /> <br />Concrete walls claim to protect them <br />But they take away <br />Everything we crave <br /> <br />We cross the wall to build more walls <br />Solid lines that keep <br />Us outside the northern lands <br /> <br />They try to make us turn around <br />But we can’t be stop <br />Our dreams go way beyond <br /> <br />This life we live in misery <br />Love nurtures our life <br />But can’t buy bread for our kids <br /> <br />So we keep on building walls <br />Walls that’ll make their dreams <br />Much harder to achieve <br /> <br />It’s the price we have to pay <br />So we can give our kids <br />A better life than ours <br /> <br />Building walls is what we do <br />We get paid to keep them safe from us <br />Cause we are so dangerous <br />They seem to have everything we want <br /> <br />Walls so high <br />So high <br />So long and wide <br /> <br />Walls that reach <br />The heavens and beyond <br /> <br />Walls so high <br />So high <br />So long and wide <br /> <br />Walls that keep us <br />Outside from their land<br /><br />Angelica Duardo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/building-walls/
