To The One Who Keeps Looking On Those Walls Poem by RIC BASTASA

you shall hear no sad word from us
we are silent because of you
we are watching a clear pond this summer
away from you

do not ever think that we entertain anger
we have long set that aside like rags
come to us, we are forming a circle
we are connecting our hands like a perimeter fence

we are praying for understanding to come
like droplets of lights from the skies like meteorites
talk to us, look straight to our eyes
there is no reason for an embarrassment

look at all of us and see how you can manage this journey
you must win this game of weaknesses
you are looking at those walls where you cannot pass through
come, look at our eyes that love you still: you shall win this game

you must, what is the use of our presence here now
when you dissolve like ice on a hot desert day
come, look at us, we had been there, and we shall not return
look at our eyes now, and take the power:
you must win this game, you must!