No need, Tomas, to fear this ghetto wall,
no wall can kill but that within our head.
The wall inside our mind is worst of all.
Dalinka fashions faces for us all,
her sketchbook memory of those who've bled.
No need, Tomas, to fear this ghetto wall.
Sobrescu's alto voice sings us a call
that now the rabbit hole can give us bread.
The wall inside our mind is worst of all.
Blind Rachel, prophetess, remembers all
to tell our stories after we are dead.
No need, Tomas, to fear this ghetto wall.
Invisible, Yamel slipped through the wall;
"What can a cripple do?" they laughed and said.
The wall inside our mind is worst of all.
The only wall to fear, Tomas, the wall
that we imagine binds us here in dread.
No need, Tomas, to read this ghetto wall;
The wall inside our mind is worst of all.