One Stone at a Time

People gather around their common dreams,

When every stranger brings a gift to share.

But welcome withers when tested by time,

As watchful eyes determine who belongs.

Walls are built one stone at a time,

Drawing lines between yours and mine.

Beginning as a shelter, turning into an idol,

Ghosts of ideals that once were.

They fashioned a space where all were received.

Now watchful eyes assess each arrival.

Remember when uniqueness made the circle whole?

Now differences are used to separate.

Walls are built one stone at a time,

Drawing lines between yours and mine.

Beginning as a shelter, turning into an idol,

Ghosts of ideals that once were.

The founders mourn what they've become,

Their voices hollow, their excuses numb.

"Our intentions were pure," they whisper,

As the outsiders turn and walk away.

How many tests must you pass to belong?

To prove that you've been worthy all along,

In spaces they claim are open and free,

Yet somehow not meant for you and me.

Walls are built one stone at a time,

Drawing lines between yours and mine.

Beginning as a shelter, turning into an idol,

Ghosts of ideals becoming what they swore they'd never be.

They began with open hearts and open hands,

Their invitation honest, their mission clear.

But gradually, imperceptibly,

They lost their way.

Alan Simpson