No. 248: Save The Last Walls For Me

Something there is that doesn't love a wall. . . 
— Robert Frost, “Mending Wall”

Something there is that DOES love a wall.

The fretful. The fearful. The weak. The small.

Those who equate foreign with hate.

Walls, by their nature, do not last long —

no matter how tall, no matter how strong.

Matter of fact they ain't worth persuin',

'cept if you're into buildin' a ruin.

It is, by golly,
another Trump Folly,
Trump's off his trolley,
a painting by Dali.

The Persistence of Memory (1931)