Imagine the waste

of space and time

when every border

is secured by a wall.


Two hundred penal colonies,

islands of mistrust,

where cigarettes trade for phone time

on monitored calls.


Imagine the waste

of human potential

when a connection

must climb a wall

to find its partner.


Tears shed and sweat pored

on the path to comraderie,

elixir for our weary souls.


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