The various plants, flowers and trees across the field
Do you imagine they all originated from a single seed?
A rare, unique magical seed born from this soil you proudly call yours?
It is a foolish thought, as most of those different identities & species come from seeds brought by the winds from across the seas,
taking root in this new fertile ground, growing strong while transforming and enriching the land—
a land you now claim and wish to protect, with a short memory, and no knowledge of its—or your own—history.
You would have a wall, one tall enough to close yourself off
You would live in a warped ivory tower, muting the dismayed cries of your forefathers.
Walls made of steel, bricks or stone are meant for prisons and criminals
Walls bring forth the shadow of war
Inside walls, people grow slow, the air turns stale, minds become narrow and ideas—dreams—stagnate
Listen to the whispers carried by the breeze,
Look at the light from the east
Your ancestors, your brothers beseech
you to hear their plea and learn from History
*Thanks so much to W. who told me to stop fidgeting and type it out right now since it was evidently disturbing me greatly to wait till tomorrow*