WALLS

I am trapped in between words

no feeling penetrates

these shackled biased walls

all we do is hear and talk

A listening errant plant

breaks through the rigid cracks

fascinating all around

we uproot the young green shoot

Study it from every nook

no cranny unexplored

poke it with needles sharp

till it bleeds then study blood

explanations from every shore

priests, scientists and thinkers more

a need to explain whats right

whats good and what to do

what i speak is true you lie

do as i say or u die

burnt, poisoned, crucified

then on your grave i will fight

Oh god make me mud

plant seeds of gentle faith

some love and kindness too

dont let my roots decay

a little for everyone

no greed or malice in place

if that's too much to ask

then in an orchard let me stay

where alike we guard and laugh

at the desert all around

the choice of every grain

to keep life on the fringe

No woodcutter, storm or gale 

will ever win a gain

we will poke through all your walls

let hope rise again and again