We walk theBlack Marble Gashof sorrow.They are Strangers to me;lovers to some;sons and daughters;husbands and wives;brothers and sisters.A wall of Tears.A wall of Courage.Flags wave inhonor of theirSacrifice;their Patriotism.They are stillstrangers to me.Yet I walk theBlack Marble Gashand I grievethe Need for The Wall.