There is a wall built
with dreams
among too many winters.
A wall that I do not see
and I do not feel,
built with cement,
from below,
with the blood of ragged workers,
of those who lie and tell bad stories.
I have not built that wall,
you did it with pure brick,
they all
who looking to the future
find the dark side here
did it.
You say that there is a wall
that I do not see,
it will be because I believed you that day
and… today… I do not believe you.
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