Walls. Poem by cindi john

Why hold on so tight to life?
Keeping everything to yourself?
It hurts to live,
It hurts to die.
So we become the walking dead.

When the walls come down,
and you look inside yourself?
What do you see?
People never change!

So then we we die,
we say our expected goodbyes,
go home and shut the world outside,
desperately holding on to what's left!
Maybe our wealth, maybe our sanity.

When the walls come down,
and we look outside ourselves,
what do we see?
People never change!

Many people punished!
Many in pain!
How could you not listen?
They are saying it for you!

How could you not feel?
Is it all in vain?
For all you see today,
may be lost by tomorrow!

Before the wall goes up,
and I look inside myself,
god help me for what I see,
may never make that change in me.