Poetry: Brick Wall | Rachel Charles

There was a division that bought pain
One side took the blame game
The other side was ready
To listen to flaws
committed by whips
A case
Charged

A
Brick wall
Doesn’t define joy
Rather, it kisses hurts
Separates the mother from child
Rebels wear red helmets of disgrace
Brick walls refuse infants the liquid shield

This day wiles have been cursed forever
The ground can feel my heat
I will bring it down
My cry will lay
It in pieces
These walls
Flat

Oh
You rebel
Unborn lips cursed
Stones will become meals
Served on your crippled lap
When the wall is laid flat
The hands soiled will become not normal

© Rachel Charles