The Tall Gate. Poem by Tony Adah
The Tall Gate.
These days our houses
Hem us in with burglary proofs
Of iron made
The fringes surrounded by
A guard of masonry bricks
We live like prisoners afraid
Of the world around us.
Afraid of the people we refused to aid
And their ghosts as dregs of society chant
Songs of war.
Here the air is humid
But out there's fresh air
For these people can not
Be denied two things.
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