Walls

Mon, 04/24/2017 - 22:03 -- jpruitt

When I was a young girl, I looked over the Berlin Wall

I saw machine guns peering back at me.

This is when I knew I loved being an American

Where freedom is a right.

I never thought that wall would come down, but it did.

 

Now, as an adult, I hear people saying we should build a wall on our border

We should bar people from achieving the freedom I have. 

This saddens me.

 

Walls are never the answer.

They don't work.

They are symbols of intolerance and hate.

 

Break down the walls that keep us from knowing each other and ourselves.

Build relationships instead.

Freedom is not based on walls but rather on friendships.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

Comments

stuchlikl16685

This is very true, we cannot proclaim our nation as a free nation if we lock away our entrances

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