First were the bricks that made a stout wall

and then the barbed wire on top of it all

flowers grew through it; butterflies landed on top

all of which life, they couldn't stop.

Here we all sit, in this prison camp,

alone with our thoughts, the bugs and the damp

and it's dark in our hearts and dark in the night

with never a glimmer or sliver of light.

Sometimes a full moon will rise in the sky

and shine on us here with inquisitive eye

and though the Sun will shine hotly down

we feel we will all drown

with frustration and sorrowful eyes

Afraid of our present, our future, the lies

and I want to wish them

a night free of dreams

free of the illness and

free of the screams

a night without the bricks and barbed wire

a night without darkness and full of bright fire

I wish them freedom and the sweet moving on

that happens when the new lines are drawn

and the gates are thrown open and

the bricks are torn down

the barbed wire is rusted and all tossed on the ground

I wish them freedom, and I wish them wise

enough to fight off the darkness,

and see gold butterflies

that light on the wire, topped with the glass

I hope this time will soon come to pass.

Freedom is lightness and its loss is too bleak

I wish them questions to the answers they seek

Bricks and barbed wire, and butterflies' flight ~

Come out of the darkness and into the Light.

©Christina 12-03