Tear Down the Wall

Thousands beat the crowded streets. Fists pumping the air.

Like a raging river sweeping through the city without a care.

Shouts shower the gilded tower, demanding to be heard.

With dejected hearts, they spew their hate upon Hell’s gates to burn

All in the name of “love”.

They stand defiantly divided on united ground,

Building the very wall they swore to tear down.


Stop and smell something!


It’s easy to forget the beauty that

surrounds me.

I step into the day and get lost

So easily.

I always wondered why people said to take a breath

And let go of the rest.

And now I understand why I need

To stop and smell something!