Walls

Build up your wall,
make it so high.
Built of stone and mortar,
of betrayal and defeat.

Are you waiting for
someone to climb?
A thief to steal your
prized possession?

And when he comes,
scales your cold walls,
breaks the gilded chest.

Will what's been safeguarded
this long time,
will it be worth anything
in the end?





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