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.