And dawn will come with the sun cresting the wall and it will be a new day.
A new America.
A new world.
Our Great Wall.
Our Wonder of the Free World.
And the bill for that wall will be passed onward, hand to hand to hand until the
circle-jerk is complete and the bill returns to where it started.
And the concern will be
Knowing full well we may never meet the people who pay, the children of our
children’s children who will be born into a world of walls and debts and camps
What we need’s a good wall is what they’ll say with a dismissive wave.
Smiling at you because this is what so many have dreamt of –
And maybe it’s not that bad.
Maybe we just keep the bad ones out.
The dangerous ones.
The foreign ones.
The colored ones.
The gay ones.
The Thems, not Us.
Just the ones that don’t deserve to be here.
The different ones.
They can go back to where they came from.
That’s what makes us great.
Because we’re the same.
If that means being the same.
We just need to be sold something the right way and anything can become
We are a nation desperate to be pitched a product, even if it’s fake.
We are in the new-new, the real-new, the real-real.
The world carved by the haves, for the haves, and the rest of you can get on or
get over, but just get the hell out of the way.
We will lead.
By blood, by god.
We will carry the largest stick.
The biggest gun.
The loudest bomb.
We will bluster and boil and laugh behind our fists because it’s all just
We’re all just friends making a show of it.
Pushing each other clumsily as we toast one another’s health and ask after one
But the brink inches towards us and the clocks ticks closer to midnight and we
laugh and laugh and laugh until someone doesn’t think the joke’s so funny
But it is a joke, isn’t it?
This us versus them versus them versus us?
This enemy of my enemy of my enemy bullshit we play at.
Calling one another naïve and stupid and not seeing that that circle also comes
back around because there’s a point where we’re all the same, whether we
want to see it or not.
Beyond the race and sex and religion and wealth and all the other things we get
caught up on
We’re the same.
We just won’t admit it.
Because if we’re really all the same, beneath it all, if we all want are security and
happiness and opportunity then why are we told we’re so different?
Because we don’t shit the same or fuck the same or pray the same that this skin,
this blood, this heart is different?
Because we think differently?
But yet the same.
Unable to process that we can be both at once, damned and divine, beautiful and
ugly, Republicrat and Demoblican.
Because walls are all we’ve ever known.
Because walls keep us safe.
No one is our brother.
We are no one’s keeper.
We are a nation of strangers screaming through our phones and computers to
ghosts of people we hate without ever knowing.
We have become the walls we hide behind.
Closed and cold and crumbling.
Fearful of a world filled with the boogeymen we made.
Fearful they’ll get in.
But they’re already here.
Our walls will fail
Nothing lasts forever.
And Nature hates a wall.
And what will our future be in this glorious new America that is great once more?
What becomes of this great new America in four, in eight, in twelve, in a hundred
Time washes clean the blood, the ruin, and the rust and in our wake Nature will
breed beauty and hope in abundance.
Like it or not
Believe it or don’t
With our permission or against it –
All walls fall.
All walls fail.
And hope will rise again.
With or without us.
– chris arrr