The Bridge or The Wall?

The Bridge or The Wall?

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa


Barrel of my oppressor's loaded gun.
Roll a cigarette, taking one last drag...
Cross the imaginary line, his land or mine?
Cloaked in heavy military armor, masked!
Foggy skies, tear gas sprayed in our faces!
Stars at night, songs, dance and prayers.
Vents of rage, sacred lands bulldozed.
Dam on a river, breaks free, water is life!
Freedom, cross the bridge, tear down wall!
Friends, we are all related, we are one!

© 2017 Deborah Leah Krempa

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Deborah Leah Krempa
Appreciate your time, thank you, please feel free to critique.

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love the creative way you use the words in a strong poem!

Posted 8 Months Ago

Wonderful! This is a profound and well thought out piece. Passionate in the telling, truthful in its compelling conclusion. Well done! Good luck...

Posted 8 Months Ago

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Added on March 25, 2017
Last Updated on March 26, 2017
Tags: Politics - Constitutional rights


Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa


I am the mother of 4 wonderful children, grandmother of twelve, 10 grandsons and 2 granddaughters. Beautiful kids! I love all of them, they are the gifts in my life. I simpl.. more..