The Fence


A father calling his daughter, “June!”.
Not in strain, not out of pain,
But with happiness in the vein.
Oh! How long it has been that I heard,
An exclamation which is not so feared.
Why is there a fence in between?
Is it so that we would intervene,
Their precious lives undisturbed by any scene.
Is the fence a beacon of protection?
Or is it a siren for destruction?
In both parts of the fence the fathers are calling
But why in my side does it end appalling?
Smoke and sand run so high,
That the sun doesn’t come out from it’s hide.
Air turned eerie dispersed by our tears
Sea turned rusty covered with our smears
God forbids! Should the fence ever fall
So that we would get a break from this brawl!

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