The carefully built wall was really no match,
For the strength of the threats bombarding.
The once strong wall crumbling,
From the frequent taunting gestures,
And ferocious looks.
The steadily weakening wall
lasted longer than expected.
But the words holding a thousand gestures,
A thousand thrown knives, finally
Brought it cascading down.
The words dug deep in the rubble
Of the once tall wall.
The cease fire may have been called,
But the rift remains.
Now and always