The Wall Poem by Ralph Vaughan

The Wall

Rating: 5.0


The wall is cracked and broken,
Wire atop just coiled rust,
Potentially falling dust
At the touch of brown fingers
Grasping; but a sigh lingers,
Whispers of fearful yesterdays
Murmurs of unknown tomorrows,
A flood unrestrained,
Of people, of blood, of bullets, of flame.
The Emperor smiles.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Romeo Della Valle 27 June 2011

A well penned and poignant write full of imagery! 10+++ Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! ...

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Ralph Vaughan

Ralph Vaughan

Laurium Village, Mich.
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