I am reading
your eyes. Do you blink
when moon smiles.

This is my victory
day. A troubled poem has
found its muse in tears.

I beckon you to-
create a realm of understanding,
stopping at global heat.

I say to me
to become a colossus to bring
out the meaning of wall.

Was it not the pivotal point
of hate, conflict and wars?
Answer must be written in song!