The Green, Green Grass Beyond the Wall is a dream poem, a reflection on seeking change when and where necessary.
The Green, Green Grass Beyond the Wall
The grass beyond the wall, yes, it's greener on the far side of
the fence. So what if I'd like to run my naked toes across a
thick lawn, not have them grazed by gravel and broken glass? Am
I to fell my pine for greener pastures? And what of the wall,
a fence taller than the Empire State building? The machinegun-
armed guards won't mow me down, won't cut the stalk between me
and my daisies of pastures greener than a Granny Smith. The
thorn-wire fence garnishing the wall won't stop me from hopping
the wall like a grasshopper, faster than a bullet, sharper than
a nail. 'Cause grasshoppers know how to jump fences higher than
the Eiffel Tower to reach pastures greener than lizards. Frogs
do too and kangaroos. If they do, so can I. So, don't tell me
to blot out the green, green grass beyond the wall.