Even when everything seems

To rage beyond your control

There has to be a reason

To continue on, be made whole

When the world is a cypher

Written in a language

No one can understand

You still need to engage

Reach out that hand

To touch another in need

Heal the wound

Feel the bleed

Of the flesh

That has gone before us

And flourished despite

Those obstacles in the way

Knocking down all the walls

Built to keep people at bay

Separate and subservient

Not even a trumpster's sway

Can stop the people when

They want to move

History has shown

The mere acts of a clown

Can't block borders,

Bonds, and billets

When all the walls

Come a'-tumblin' down

Interested in constructive criticism. I see where this poem falls down. Needs work. What do y'all think? Miss the days when there were active poets on here...

[Edited 8/31/17 4:49am]

I guess not. Sure ain't the old days of this part of the org....