Monument

Walls make shapes, they are free to divide and lockout.
This wall makes shapes of sadness, that's created by the insanity called war.

This living wall is the strong sensation of death.
What happened, what was there and trace the things might happened.
This wall was born from the pain, anger and guiltiness.

This wall honors the sons, the husbands and the fathers who used to be.
Pictures, letters, poems, orders upon honors and devotions, teddy bears, flower bouquet, tears, tears and tears.

Our hearts and existences move back and forth between yesterday and tomorrow.
What are we really?
The answer is what we have been and what we will be doing.
It's in past and future.

There is a half glass of water.
You say, "only a half".
I say, "still plenty of half left".

I pray for people never forget about the endless division called war by this wall.
How much did you make this world happy with the way you do?
How many more people must be killed to send you to heaven?
I pray for people never forget about the endless division called war by this wall.

I think, may be it's not too late.