meine land abandon

earthquakes sounding.. as lands were tore..  
haunting cries and bloody skies.. did implore..
crows.. forever squawking.. keeping score..
counted fallen.. stung about a bloody floor..
 
a thirst yet quenched.. the echoes of war..
forever heard.. there lingering.. now lore..
as i stood watch.. yet long before..
a child.. that.. that i was.. no more..
 
the world blinked but once.. it knows..
for in that moment.. a great wall arose..
eleven by eleven.. each block did pose..
side by side.. and top on top.. its rows..
there to impose.. perpetually enclose..
 
it was built by man.. the iron hand..
meant to stand.. divide meine land..
forever manned.. it did command..
broke the band.. let loose the sand..
 
and sands stand sifting.. the truest of erosion..
the boy on the other side of the wall.. an illusion..
my family.. my freedom..  a twisting delusion..
the curtain drawn ever tight.. not a conclusion..
 
as i stood watch.. yet long before..
a child.. that.. that i was.. no more..
 
hung from high.. obscuring sight..
weighted down by bloody spite..
wavering not.. absent of fright..
for it was drawn forever tight..
 
mothers rapture.. mothers mite..
her sickle.. her hammer.. my plight..
ablaze with freedoms fiery light..
quashed by realities so benight..
longing.. no longer outright..
 
ants marching.. a mindless trite..
stasi  patrolling again this night..
 
as i stood watch.. yet long before..
a child.. that.. that i was.. no more..