Day 27

Barrier method


Building a wall is more tricky than you

Think -you must think while building a wall


Measure and be measured, not hurry and

Rush - the other side is going nowhere, you neither


Think about how high you want the wall, do you

Need to see over it, do you prefer the safety of blank brick?


Think whether the wall is to keep people out or

Keep you in- that is a real difference and means everything


Some people put windows into their walls which will

Turn the walls into houses I guess, even if roofless


Some people try to climb over their walls, they

Put one leg over and then fall . Use words or a ladder


Building a wall can take two people, one each side

take turns laying bricks and thinking of grievances. Work    together


To demolish your wall, it also takes two. 

Decide to end this border, take a sledgehammer or forgiveness




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