Walls

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We crave transcendence,
yet we fear death.

We want perfection,
but discount our flaws.

A walk in the woods,
our way to enlighten.

As if we could ride,
the wings of a hawk.

We chant in our sleep,
words without sense.

Shaved heads and red robes,
us become them.

Mothers defend by
rejecting tradition.

Barbed-wired protects
our neighborhood Mosque.

We shout Hallelujah,
from mouths of deceit.

We put up walls,
when we should

Tear them down.

Susan Ward Trestrail, 2016

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