Poetry

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MY EYES HAVE OPENED AND WHAT DO I SEE?
A WALL IN FRONT AND THE WALL IS ME
OF BRICK AND MORTAR LAID IN DOUBT
THE REBAR ENCASED, STRENGTHENED THROUGHOUT
THROUGH MEMORY AND PAIN, FEAR AND LOSS
DIRECTING THE ANGER TO THE ONE ON THE CROSS
SO LIMP HE HANGS, WEAK AND HELPLESS
HOW COULD THIS BE THE ONE THAT WE LOOK TO SAVE US
THROUGHOUT THE AGES WE WERE TAUGHT
WE, WERE THE ONES THAT WERE BOUGHT
IN PAIN, THROUGH BLOOD IN HELL, DEATH STOLEN
TO CROSS THE BRIDGE, HE, OUR TOKEN
CAN WE BREAK THROUGH THE WALL
INCLINE OUR EAR AND ANSWER THE CALL
LAY DOWN OUR KNOWLEDGE TO PICK UP ANOTHER
BY HAMMER AND CHISEL BREAK THE WALL ASUNDER
THE CRACKS ARE SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE WALL
THE LIGHT PEERS IN
WHEN WILL IT FALL?
THROUGH TIME AND SPACE, FACT AND THEORY
WHAT WILL BE THE OUTCOME OF THE QUERY?

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