Tear Down the Wall
Tear down the wall
Sturdy and tall
Set firm with mortars that kept us in thrall
Blood dirt and steel
Flaming hot feel
Thrill to kill giants and jam up the wheel
Work of old hands
Sign of our age
Now constitutes evil, brings about rage
Muscle strung bone
strikes against stone
It’s alright to fall; it wasn’t our own.
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