the building of the wall

“If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.” -from the novel, “Nineteen Eighty-Four,” by George Orwell

into the world comes a brand new life &

regardless of whatever consequences brought it

the little one now breathes this air

the little one now feels the chill

the little one absorbs every stimulant

every single iota of experience

pours into the eyes

sucked in by the little ears

all in the attempt to understand

all in the attempt to survive this place

outside the womb.

 

the parent

the prime caretaker

the one seen by society to be the best of all

worlds

the one who has stood between the child &

the concrete below

the one who initially says that they will love &

care for this new being,

this is the person from whom all the bricks are

brought.

 

for the wall begins to be built when the molder begins to

carve this little one into what they could never be---

when the molder begins to draw perfect little parameters round

the body of the little one---

when the molder begins to abuse with doctrines

when the molder begins to instill upon the little one

a worldview that is known only to the molder &

the wall begins to be built.

 

the molder takes the child to its gatherings

mingling, showing off the little one,

talking of what the little one might be like when they are

older,

how the little one might very well

follow in the footsteps of the molder.

 

and with each brick of certainty

with each brick of dogma & willingness to submit to the world around

them

the wall towers above the height of the still staggering little one

who, while still trying to attain the art of walking, eating &

cleaning up after itelf,

now has been closed off to the rest of the world

before it even had a chance.