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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