Brady - poem #12:

For ten long years I lay in the bed, they were saying,
if they don’t tear this wall down,
it will grow and expand and become bigger and bigger
and all those years they have been digging for gold
if they just rip the damn wall down,
they can go home and mine for gold
so far, the wall of life is full of gold.
I’ve been mining for years but I’m still lonely