There it is
down the darkened hallway
a shrine to the dead.
Graffiti, drawings, symbols, images
all state the obvious,
violence pays nothing but pain
The streets of heartache lead here.
Dreamless paths lead to this morbid symbol.
It stands in the darkness waiting
for another name to be etched
on it's rough porous surface.
When will the murderous carnage
end on the abandoned street.
A wall, red brick, wide as forever
exalted by the names of dead children,
who died for a causeless war.
No one can win this unholy attack on
the youth of the streets
Now it is time to tear the wall down
our barrier, our homage to carnage.
Compassionately give of ourselves
so the tears can dry and the grass can grow,
through the cracks of broken dreams.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1996
