Never; will life as we know it change,
East and the west may be divided,
But freely are we able to move between.
The conflict lies amongst the governments,
Again we tell ourselves that,
It will never concern us or our families.
Whispers of change are getting louder,
Another neighbor has left yet again,
We sit here,
The day begins as usual,
We get ready to cross to the other side,
There is a crowd where the divide is,
Guards are posted by barbed wire,
What are they protecting?
There is a silent divide between guard and civilian,
Suddenly someone runs towards them,
We hear a shot, again and again,
The cold reality hits us,
Never did we ever believe,
this day would come.
With that barbed wire,
Never will we cross freely again,
Never will we live in peace,
Never will we forget missed opportunities,
Never will we be complacent,
Never will we keep quiet again,
Never will we doubt again,
Was looking through some postcards i got from my recent trip to Germany and the ones that hit me the most were the ones picturing the Berlin wall in the 1960s. I’ve not read enough to make comments about it, but, just looking at how people looked over the wall or found ways to made me wonder how it felt like to be trapped in there against your own will. Granted, not everyone in East Berlin wanted to go over to the West, but from the many escape attempts we’ve learned about we know that there were definitely those who weren’t in the East on their own will. Why build a wall if there’s nothing to keep in right?
As such, i’ve made an attempt at poetry writing based on this image that I had. This was the ‘Berlin Wall’ at the very beginning. It was only barbed wire as they could not build a wall overnight, but in terms of restriction, it mirrored those of a wall. I remember the guide telling us stories of people just staring at the barbed wire and people who attempted to cross were shot dead on the spot. Those stories were the basis of this character who believes that what the government is doing has nothing to do with them/him, they keep quiet, ignoring the signs around them until one day they wake up and it’s too late. Even then it takes a rude awakening for them to realize that life will never be the same again. I think that’s how i feel with all the politics, local and international happening around me. It’s easy to just live your life and pretend it won’t affect you, but truth it, it will, eventually. I’m not saying i’ll become a political activist, i wouldn’t know where to start honestly. I think we need to be aware of the issues that arise, start conversations about it, and when it comes the time to act, act wisely.
p.s.Had to use italics to separate the stanza’s as wordpress automatically adjusted it to space everything out evenly.