What a Wall

This is a poem i wrote when we were at the memorial wall, i felt so inspired.vb

With each section of it getting

Bigger

and

bigger

 

The amount of names grew

longer

and

longer

 

The Wall

that black long wall

 

Black symbolizing

the terrible color of

death

 

The color of the feelings

of each death of those men

 

Men of all kinds

Fathers

Sons

Brothers

Workers

and lovers

 

All of them died

 

Tracing my hand against the 

wall

feeling the names 

piercing on my 

fingers

 

So many names

so

many

deaths

 

All of these men, died

so many of them 

are dead 

 

and yet 

all we can do 

is cry 

at the 

WALL 

 

 

 

Reviews

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Your poem reminds me of the countless memorial walls or monuments we have here in many cities and villages, reminding us of the casualties or should I say collateral damage of WWI and WWII. One of my father's uncles died in a concentration camp...
Many English and American soldiers died on Flanders' Fields ... We have huge memorial graveyards where thousands of soldiers are buried. Some of them unknown ...
Your poem breaths out this athmosphere.
Thank you for writing this!