Walls

A wall that's built
On lies and guilt
Is hardly a wall at all.
Stones soon will tumble
And cement will crumble
And surely, it will fall.
A Judas kiss
Begins with bliss
And seems like a supporter;
Holding the bricks
Are concealed tricks,
What some assume is mortar.
But if rain drips,
The stones will slip
For lack of a foundation;
No longer will
This 'wall' be still
A mask of adulation.

© 2011 Kaeli Riccardi