The Wall

The wall never broke,
It rose in the sky.
The man inside would only croak,
“It never did any good to cry”

The resilience was staggering,
Even the light didn’t pass through.
Inside there was only a king,
and no sign of happiness, not a clue.

But the weathered wall had to be dropped,
After all, it had lost its meaning.
Once there, it had the unwanted stopped,
But now it was only the good screening.

To stand inside in the shadows,
was one heavy task.
Outside, there was swayed a meadow,
Even the wall could not its smell mask.

But once, a mighty noise came,
that everyone could hear.
The wild, and the tame,
Those who had one ear.

The wall was crumbling.
The person inside,
To wall came stumbling,
But could not swallow his pride.

And down came the wall,
and came down fast.
Once it had been tall,
But it could not last.

People came to see the wall that broke,
Which once rose in the sky.
But they only heard the croak,
“It never did any good to cry”

And no one would cry.