Behind the wailing walls 13

Hassan Ahmed
Here, where the walls
The grieve walls have pouring memories
Inside the pictures of its the cycled grief
The walls are the eyes of the father
That monitor
The walls are the hands of the father
That beat
The walls are the legs of the father
That trample
The walls are the bullets of the father
That shoot to kill
The walls are the horrible ruling
They plant it to feed us continuous horror