Sacrifice Poem by soren Barrett

In Nepal there is a wall, where people go to complain
of all that did befall them, in that domain
They write grafiti there, pull their hair, and have a fit
in their scrawl they blame the wall, on it they spit and hit
Although the wall doesn't fall, it won't last long under such abuse
It chips and cracks under their attacks soon the stones will be loose
But the wall doesn't care at all, It only does its job
It does its best to resist the test, whether one person or mob