A+poem+for+reason,+Ron+Press

A poem for reason.
=WALLS=

If there is a problem we cannot face. Build a wall. Shut it out, cut it off, make it very wide and tall. But when the trumpet blows, like Jericho, it will fall.

High, sealed and strong, I alone have the key to the gate. Colditz shall be its name. It will keep out those I hate. Nazis took the key and locked me in. That was my fate.

I am an electron. I am tiny, very weak. They build a potential barrier with a high peak To keep me trapped. But through a tunnel I can leak.

I am a living, pulsing, minute, week, human cell. My vulnerable wall is porous made of soft gel If it becomes a solid wall it is my death knell

The great wall of China can be seen from space The Berlin wall became porous like lace Hadrian’s wall soon fell from grace.

They canon seal it stop all leaks, throw away the key Logic, science, life, history from A to Zee can’t they see The Zionists are building the walls to their own prison


 * Ron Press**