Visions of a Future Where Everybody Is Separated by Walls

BY DANIEL C HEIN

Four hundred thousand babies born today,

Four hundred thousand walls built.

Four hundred thousand babies,

Four hundred thousand mothers,

And never the two shall meet.

Four hundred thousand babies,

Four hundred thousand children,

Four hundred thousand rooms,

No contact.

Four hundred thousand walls,

Four hundred thousand signs,

Four hundred thousand babies.

Four hundred thousand children

And all they will ever know

Are the walls.

Eight billion men and women,

Eight billion signs

On eight billion walls,

One single message.

Eight billion signs that read:

I LOVE MY WALL BECAUSE MY WALL IS GOOD

MY WALL IS GOOD THEREFORE I LOVE MY

WALL

THIS WALL IS MINE AND IT BELONGS TO ME

THIS WALL BELONGS TO ME SO IT IS MINE

THIS WALL WAS BUILT TO KEEP ME SAFE

FROM HARM

THIS WALL WILL KEEP ALL THE BAD PEOPLE

OUT

THIS WALL WILL KEEP ALL THE GOOD

PEOPLE SAFE

I AM GOOD SO I STAY BEHIND THE WALL

I DARE NOT TRY TO GO BEYOND THE WALL

I DARE NOT TRY TO BRING THE BAD ONES IN

I LOVE MY WALL BECAUSE MY WALL IS GOOD

MY WALL IS GOOD THEREFORE I LOVE MY

WALL

Eight billion signs,

Eight billion walls,

Eight billion men and women.

Four hundred thousand babies.

None of them know anything

But the walls.