No Man-made Walls!

There is a border

between waking and dreams,

cutting between life and death,

a terrible chasm it seems.

Lies separate the sane and the insane,

around the prisoner unjust walls,

and bars of pain.

Arming the spaces

between womben and men,

between the young and the old,

between the faiths and ‘races,’

the same false fears again.

See through the wall

between the spoken and taboo.

If words don’t make a bridge,

can they be true?

What is this wall, heart-breaking,

aching between me and you?

Here on this fence

ridiculous with flag and gate,

barb-wired high with bigotry and hate:

this is a good place to dance,

to try (if need be die!)

a good place to reach out

hand to hand, and eye to eye.

A new world

is struggling to be born

(organic order!)

based on love, not fears,

based on joy not tears.

While we live:

touch, learn to forgive!

Together, let us grow

to open past these cruel

fool-made borders!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018