One gate numbered as Charlie
Guarding the division of two worlds
One German city divided by the Wall
One city surrounded by darkness.
One gate standing between lives
Dominated by political terror.
Entrance to a path infused with the dark
Oppressive cold hands pushing at your shoulders
Sending chills down the neck and back
An opening to times past.
Like a faded black and white photograph.
Where the past dominates the future
Lines for a single loaf of bread,
Lines for a pair of shoes
Like the discarded pair left in the trash
New department stores with empty shelves
Broken escalators going nowhere
Plaza’s empty of crowds
People with empty eyes, frozen faces
Shuffle down streets with broken spirits
Looking through the bars and wires of the wall
Looking to the west
Looking for freedom
Looking for hope over the gate
Looking past “Checkpoint Charlie”
February 20. 2002