Walls

What use are walls between nations

when what we really need is a wall between our legs

to keep the monsters out.

You see, the real threat already lives amongst us,

lurking in every withered heart ripe for picking.

Where did it all go so wrong?

Yet still we’re telling our sons to douse their hearts in paraffin

and our daughters to polish their glass ceilings

instead of giving them the shoulders and hammers they really need,

planting those seeds of limitation that build in their brains like Lego.

Cut us open and we’ll bleed just the same,

drowning out the screams with sorry rivers of red

that give them waves to ride with sickening hunger,

rising up to their beloved heights.

So you go ahead and build your walls,

I’ll be standing on the other side.