Berlin Wall

Berlin Wall


When we first chatted over cake and tea

You told me you spent your days

In front of PC, saving the world from itself


But you failed to mention

You had a PhD in brick layering trade


As time passed we drank less tea with even fewer pleasantries

You built your personal Berlin Wall

Injected cracks with grouting

Mixed with a single grudge and occasional shouting


You toiled when the sun went down and at dawn

Found eternal zest in the fountain of irreconcilable difference


I was East Berlin to your West


I wish I had the tools

Hammers and drills

To dismantle your edifice

Or at least to build my own

You stole my materials


You dwarfed my sun

I bought a power drill


One afternoon despite your grumble

I turned your wall into rubble





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