Against the sky, stark and tall, Stands the barrier, the concrete wall. Its surface cold, its edges sharp, Guarding secrets within its grasp.
Built with purpose, to divide and contain, Yet beneath its surface, hides a deeper terrain. For within its confines, stories untold, Whispers of longing, of hearts grown cold.
It separates worlds, keeps them apart, But also serves as a canvas, a work of art. For upon its face, graffiti blooms, A rebellion against its somber gloom.
Yet behind its facade, emotions reside, Echoes of laughter, tears that hide. It bears witness to lovers’ vows, And echoes of voices in the night’s hush.
Though sturdy and strong, it cannot confine, The human spirit, with its will to shine. For even in the shadow of the concrete wall, Hope finds a way to stand tall.
So let us not be defined by its might, But rather by the courage to fight. For beyond the barrier, lies a world to explore, Where love and freedom forever endure.
