Wall of Blood

A Poem by Gresenthaul

Wall of Blood
By Refujio V. Gresenthaul

For thy only years have passed
it seems like just yesterday that
this wall of blood was still alive

oh great wall before me
why , oh why
must you stand before me
what have I done to thy

Oh child of mine
i am but a wall who stands
a mere distance tall

oh great wall of mine
why did you take those
dear to mine

It was not me who drew blood
but there lies a greater wall who
took those dear to thy

The Wall of Blood!
Oh that Wall of Blood!
that is who
not me

I am but merely concrete and steel
the Wall of Blood
is yet to fear
whose arms are not of concrete or steel
but of blood and tender veil

Though tempting dreams ly over
thy great height
one’s warm blood
is thee walls
great delight