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.
The Bird's Song 