Ayla Mandel

The Wall

Paint slowly caresses the wall

red smearing across the wall.

Drying, flaking bits, buttery as french bread

Falling like winter's snow; visible against the smooth wall.

Pale as the soldiers' uniforms,

Birds flocked towards the wall.

Claws cutting through stone,

Wings perched upon the ancient wall.

Crusted blood layered for uncountable years,

No survivor ever conquered the great wall.

Shouts audible for miles,

Desperate voices carved into the history of the wall.

Heritage over morals,

The battle burned through the wall.

Armies victorious and fallen,

A distant soldier cries for her fallen.

Unremembered names emblazoned in stone, preparing a forgotten land,

there slumbers the legendary wall.

Home a foreign word for the land's brave souls,

A baby named Ayla, strong as the trees that grew through battle, a halo of light around the moon, illuminated the family's dark skies as they fought at the wall.

Justice

My eyes miss none, not a speck of dust; nor bug

Criminals hide,

yelling in fear,

attempting to hide from their inevitable fate

To face the league of justices,

A jury of American people

Billowing flag red as war spilled blood

Blue as the hawk's eye

White as the unfallen snow

A blanket of hope

Over the blackest of hearts

who pray to the star spangled banner gloaming to daybreak

an excuse to avoid their own inevitable fate.

A deafening roar of judgment to similar actions,

Each small slip

A shifting tide

Where no pools dare sit

Until the sea turns Ellis Island

We rebel

Shouts quaking the ground

Supporting our diseased desires for years

Taking its toll

But no matter, for

Her pleas have been ignored

Since the beginning of time