Some walls we see,
some walls we don’t.
Some walls we build,
stack brick by brick,
lay stone on stone,
I-beam, concrete,
reinforced steel,
and string with care
across the top:
concertina.
Some walls we build
on lines unreal,
yet drawn on maps;
artificial divides:
this part is ours –
this part, not yours;
belonging marked
with spikes of steel.
Some walls we build
seeking safety,
striving to find
security
through what we touch:
height, depth, and strength
topped by razors
on coils of steel.
Some walls we build
to know who’s in
and who is out,
to show who has
and who has not:
divisions made
and then enforced
through wire with barbs.
Some walls we build
on lines that lie
within ourselves:
gender, class, creed,
nation, sex, race;
diversity
judged and measured
by devil’s rope
Some walls we see,