Behind The Wall (Israel - Palestine) Poem by DM W

Behind the wall:
The burning shrapnel flows.
Buildings lie in ruins.
Freedom's flowers cannot grow.

Behind the wall:
Grey streets of sadness;
A suffocating silence;
An Apartheid fuelled madness.

Behind the wall:
They don't really exist.
They're hidden from the tourist's gaze.
Yet they still boldly resist.

Behind the wall:
What the eyes of the world
Refuse to perceive; but slowly
The light is unfurling.