One stone
at a time
One brick
at a time
One board
where nails are hammered to spine
Up and up,
and up it goes
where it
will stop, only God knows
Concrete
blocks, cemented by mason’s trowel
dripping with
sweat and grime
Who will
hand in the towel?
Up and up, the
wall will climb
faster and
faster, a race against time
Across the
earth, the ear hears a rumble
weight over
years, weather and tears
down and
down, the wall starts to tumble
A pile of
stones, bricks, and boards litter the ground
guarded by
memories of history abound
Who was
this mason, who builds a wall
look at
your hands, who takes it down
You are the
one, who answers a call
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