They aren’t any more disruptive to the eye than any of the other buildings,
Human shelters mingle with the bark of the trees that line the dirt road like they have always been.
Written into history, together, man made and natural things.
Because nature's only language is song, everything else is mans.
The curious eye doesn’t skip a beat.
But your wall stands for so much more,
The white color a stanch contrast to the warm hues
that have grown up with the land.
Because we understand walls,
But what, we’d ask, are you protecting against?
Or who?