Prabhakar Subramaniam

The Wall - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

A wall not seen as a wall

Is the one difficult to pull down

It was the god's bull

That was blamed for being in the way

Blocking the view of the devout outsider

It was hailed as a miracle

That faith could move stone

And not hearts

A wall could even be a veil

Keeping eyes out

Keeping eyes in

Keeping the horse

From thinking of meadows

It often dreams of

Hatred is a wall

That is called a different name

Along national borders

Backed by force multipliers

Ready to scramble

Sometimes the writing

Hides the wall

Like Macbeth's witches

Turning antonyms

Into synonyms

Calling war, peace

And slavery, freedom,

Putting daggers

In innocent hands

To slay a sleeping man.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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