The World's Walls Poem by Samantha Williams

Let nothing be, and nothing stand,
Let none be well, and none be glad.
Upon this day all shouts, will rise,
And every man will scream, 'Uprise! '
And all around the Wall, they march,
To thump and scream out all, their thoughts.
The Wall gives way, and all is gone.
There's nothing there, except a thought.
It echoes once and then, again,
It whispers once into, your ear,
'Let nothing be, and nothing, stand,
Let none be well, and none, be glad.'
This whisper lasts, for many nights,
Until each Wall, is but some tracks,
That never rise, but always fall.