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WALLS



I am trapped in between words
no feeling penetrates
these shackled biased walls
all we do is hear and talk

A listening errant plant
breaks through the rigid cracks
fascinating all around
we uproot the young green shoot

Study it from every nook
no cranny unexplored
poke it with needles sharp
till it bleeds then study blood

explanations from every shore
priests, scientists and thinkers more
a need to explain whats right
whats good and what to do

what i speak is true you lie
do as i say or u die
burnt, poisoned, crucified
then on your grave i will fight

Oh god make me mud
plant seeds of gentle faith
some love and kindness too
dont let my roots decay

a little for everyone
no greed or malice in place
if that's too much to ask
then in an orchard let me stay

where alike we guard and laugh
at the desert all around
the choice of every grain
to keep life on the fringe

No woodcutter, storm or gale 
will ever win a gain
we will poke through all your walls
let hope rise again and again

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