of twisted steel and metal thorns. Wear
heavy gloves, unspool the wire from the roll,
make loops atop the wall. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are metal stakes
on which it may be hung. Go on and on.
Here is a wire cutter for when we are done,
but that will not be soon. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are people
to keep out, there are people to confine,
here a place to make secure, here we are
on our side, thank God. Bring more.
Here are people, there are people,
here a border, here a barrier,
here are places, here are people,
here a wall and here the wire. Bring more.
This poem makes me think of not only the political view but as an emotional view of an individual. The concept of one not letting people get close to them. Once you build up a wall it not only keeps people out but also traps your emotions/feelings, that's essentially you, inside.
Great imagery and capture of...gosh, so much.
artificially separating, prison building barbed wire..... No doubt, they will bring more...
how could you feel it, you that never lived here? i guess it became a small world, and sensitive people can feel it just by seeing.
it's an emotive poem for me Richard, you know how thankful i am for these.