the wall

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turning away the undesirables,
walls are erected and crashed for a visual effect,
to distract the narrator (writing the agenda
for a proliferation of monetized views),
the mime (whitewashing the colored dreams
and allegories), the easy villain (the ruling executive
of the sunny side of the ocean view),
the adjacent actors of another play
(such conniving bureaucracy-plagued rats),

spreading chewed-up scripts across
the lines, reducing rubble to star-shaped tears
that the audience sheds in bitter spite
in another facade of care for loss
of territory (physical, emotional,
newsworthy) to the others.

walls are sky-high and ground-low,
allowing a jump across the plentitude of
warring sorrows, detracting
from the original propaganda of
a cornucopia themed global party.

still, they hold onto each other, share
embraces across the digital lines
that are wearisome of such laments,

zeroes and ones do not come in lieu of
the white privilege. it is the surge,
exhibiting the tranquil prosperity
of the “north”,

chanting neoliberalism mantras
for another market fall
(protectionism is the wall with spikes
and peaked nation-first promises),

as the trampled upon shores of
lands-exotica (tourist packages to
mull over the different smelling
waters of the developing and
the underdeveloped — everyone loves
“curry spice” after all) carry
the weight of stones, mining
soils and rocks and ores to
build a nice-safety-barrier
of a wall.

the audience is sorry to applaud
the dramatic that turns to caged positions
of unknown profiteering
in flouting those labour laws —

so fulfill the thirst from the blood that seeps down
the wall, and eat the flesh of the new world’s
oh-so-holy-lord.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

For Midweek Motif at PU
Edit: After pondering over it for a while, I have deleted the description.
Image source (Neoliberalism by Tiago Hoisel)

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15 thoughts on “the wall

  1. This must be a description of the first rambling wall. It is unclear, though there is ample use of psycho-babble, which may serve as a pointer, as to just which of histories many boundaries it either describes or attacks. Here Trump stands accompanied by all manor of despots, brutalist rulers et al who have been the architects of misery down the ages. Rather it may be a truism to say, let he who exists extra of the shelter or protection of a wall, be the first to lay a brick. Chris T.

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  2. All these walls, those are and being erected at the cost of others will definitely crumble when it’s time and take the world beyond these walls. However there’s no chance of our generation getting beyond them. Your closing lines are simply chilling. brilliant, Anmol.

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  3. gillena cox says:

    A very candid write Anmol.
    My favourite stanza
    “walls are sky-high and ground-low,
    allowing a jump across the plentitude of
    warring sorrows, detracting
    from the original propaganda of
    a cornucopia themed global party.”

    Happy you dropped by my blog today

    Much💙🦅💛 love

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  4. Horrors! Did you leave anyone out? My heart nearly stopped when you included mime–but maybe invisible is the most whitewashed of all. And the white background makes the blood ever more visible! Geesh.
    Words made to sting: “wearisome” “tranquil” “sorry”
    What a difficult, powerful poem!

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  5. An amazing write. Walls have been erected since humans first had a notion of property and possession. No matter how high or low, walls show possession. They keep people out but also, they keep people in. A passionate write.

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  6. Lovely, powerful verse. Not particularly accessible, but nothing says it has to be. Perhaps a companion piece or a sequel might bring a bit of balance to the overall negative tone, if balance is something you want. I particularly like the last stanza.

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  7. Sadly our leaders minds are set on maintaining a profitable country but refugees or border crossers threaten profiteers if the government has to pay out money to house and care for these people they do not want. We may encourage wars elsewhere as a profit can be made from them but governments don’t want to deal with the consequences.

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  8. These are scary walls, Anmol, that whitewash dreams and allegories, not the types of wall I want to see. There is such strong imagery in your poem, which stirs up varied emotions. I like the phrase ‘reducing rubble to star-shaped tears’ and the lines:
    ‘walls are sky-high and ground-low,
    allowing a jump across the plentitude of
    warring sorrows, detracting
    from the original propaganda of
    a cornucopia themed global party’
    and
    ‘the weight of stones, mining
    soils and rocks and ores to
    build a nice-safety-barrier
    of a wall’.

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  9. share
    embraces across the digital lines
    that are wearisome of such laments,… that reached out to me Anmol.. all that wasted outrage-on-demand, when the truth is the oppressors just oppress on and a bunch of likes and angry emoticons is not going to do a damn thing about it. So yeah, learn to like your side of the wall. Graffiti, anyone!?

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