In America when the walls came tumbling down
Walls
Not as visible as the Berlin Wall
Walls made of the void between high and low
Like how roads divide a city
Roads can be walls
A road between old council buildings and new apartments
A road can become a boundary in the minds of people
In America the walls
Built so high
Fell down
Like a symbolic, invisible
Wall of Jericho
During a symbolic, cultural, social earthquake in society
When people were fighting for more freedom
From what lived within the walls
Jericho was a fort that controlled the territory
It was a ruling class, a class system, a system of ruler ship
In America, when the walls came tumbling down
What did people hope to see?
A man in the bath
Lovers in bed
A fatherly figure stepping forward to shake their hands
Like a mould
The walls fell away from the city
To reveal a worm embedded, wood lice-ridden, ant-infested
Divided political system
So huge, so massive
That the ordinary people
Wanted the walls rebuilt
Fast
2020
Inspired a little by Joan Didion, The White Album, published 1979, chapter 1
Not necessarily 🙂
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In what way? Maybe I change the ending? It would be interesing if you collaborate on a new version maybe?
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I meant, that although most of the time people want the walls back, sometimes they don’t/ Sometimes even if they see all the mess after the walls went down, they feel an urge to take a mop and clean the mess. I remember the first Obama campaign, that’s what ordinary people felt back then (BTW, I do not like an expression “ordinary people,” but I do not even need to say that :), you know 🙂
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Thank you for your reply, Hettie and I hope your journey is going ok.
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