There once was a wall so large, so impenetrable, so indestructible, so powerful that nothing could break it. No fist nor wrecking ball, no army, and no conqueror was able to penetrate this wall. Rhetorical geniuses came to try and persuade the wall, but it kept receding each time as their voice echoed in the distance, as hopeful kids brought olive branches to the wall, they all withered among the great impenetrable wall amongst them. It was an ancient wall built long ago but no one remembered who or what it was for. It was why now they were all coming together to penetrate the impossible wall that stood among them as their superior. Over time there became wall disbelievers. They didn’t believe the wall not because they were stupid or unkind but because the wall brought in economic benefits that could not be denied. It was a massive global sight where even if everyone in the world tried to break it down, it would stand firm. To some it represented the power of the human brain, others, they saw the wall as a goal, the capacity to lead, the wall disbelievers couldn’t see that a wall existed and tried calling it a fence, something to hop over, tried calling it a wheel, something that can be moved, but time and time again, the wall would always win. The wall suffocated me with its smile, as it patted me and told me it was all going to be ok. The wall broke my leg, telling me it was for the benefit of stability and since I was too sure of my own beliefs, I had to experience instability. The wall was not cruel, no, the wall was a well-meaning abuser that believed in its sovereignty more than it ever believed in the fences or the gates that stared at it longingly, waiting for an approval that would never come. The wall put on wrapping paper and hid a bomb, telling us that it was going to be better now, while hiding behind its past and appearing to be all figured out, but it hid its cracks from the apathetic public, consumed by meaningless entertainment and irresponsibly while the wall held everything together, just barely. Despite the timelessness and suffocation of the wall, one must believe in the hope that one day the very walls we built for ourselves will crumble because no matter how impenetrable or ancient the wall is or may be, the wall doesn’t have a heart, doesn’t have eyes, doesn’t have a soul, and just repels rebellion even for progress like it is a threat to being, a threat to existence, labelling spears and swords as “problem children” until they control the narrative and claim democracy while living as a semantic dictator, carving each brick into a Bocelli painting to appear beautiful while eating the souls of each person who stares at its impenetrable, suffocating power.