Walls Poem by LaRon Green Sr.

Everywhere you turn
there is a wall
from North, South, East and West
they stand
big, little, short and tall
We think that we can run free
only we are watching too much TV
You come across a wall that is short
thinking you can overcome
only you being crave
by lions, tigers and bears
at their mighty fort
You been had by the notion
that you climb the highiest
mountain to victory
being sucker into misery
from them bigotry
Man can claim freedom
in the mind
build walls of all kind
cement, brick to clay
to keep us seperated
day to day
Time will come when
walls will be broken
through the vision of self(knowledge, love, worth, dignity etc.)
has been spoken