Walls Of Paper Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Walls Of Paper



In the school of then we learned to build walls so high,
Foundations so solid they would lift stones to the sky.
The blocks would be carefully cut and arranged in line,
Some walls would last forever, longer than time.

Armies marched past, empires rose and fell,
And the stones would try to speak, those stories to tell.
Generations passed through with victory and pain,
But in the end, the sacrifice of civilization was in vain.

The new leaders decided walls should not last so long,
That towers of stone were far too strong.
The walls of the future should be paper thin,
Then the inhabitants could not know if they were outside or in.

Paper walls could be ripped out or even burnt down,
Paper houses, paper streets, and then a paper town
The disposable paper world had arrived,
It was time to pull down those pillars that survived.

The times have changed, the past has no worth,
The civilized values have all gone forth.
And has been replaced by nothing, wrapped in meaningless words,
People no longer valued as souls, rather shepherded in herds.

Nothing should last, we should pay much to replace,
We must endure covering lies, simply to save face.
Those who believe build in stone behind the papers lies,
To pass on our knowledge before civilization dies.

Saturday, February 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: paper
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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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