By Jeanne Sirotkin
Build a wall around the hatred in your heart
build a wall around the hatred in your heart
bury it deep
a gardener in black bends over the rose
he laces each thorn with poison
and turns your heart to stone
once we were strangers until
we were born and
the world flooded with light
and now our hearts beat
the rhythm of the drum
when did you stop to listen
and move your feet
as if you were one
with earth and the sky above
understand and build that wall
build that wall around hate.