She wakes, it is three o'clock in the morning.
She stands to walk into the kitchen,
she goes to get a drink of water.

The kitchen is dark, so she turns on a light,
     and the radio.
The radio babbles in the background as she runs water in a glass.
She shuts off the water and listens to the man on the radio,
he speaks of troops, the capitol, the Wall.
She hears the rumblings of armored vehicles as they pass her home.
Rushing to the window, she opens the blinds.
She sees the armies passing her home.
In the distance she sees people, on the Wall.
She knows what this means, and reacts.
The children, she wakes them abruptly, and they dress in their warmest clothes.
Their warmest clothes are no more than rags.
They can afford nothing better.
She is also dressed, but not as well as the children.

They run down the street as fleet as Mercury.
They run with the crowds, towards the Wall.
She looks toward the Wall as something other than a symbol of oppression,
She hears her husband shouting after her.
He is part of the military, and brainwashed by their propaganda.
He shouts for them to return immediately.
She does not respond. She is now above his abuse,
the abuse that she has endured for years from him, her father, her government.

She was not yet born when the Wall went up.
She did not think she would see the day it fell,
that was a dream she held for her children.
Now, as she nears it,
she can see the joyous expressions on the faces of her countrymen.
Joy is everywhere. They are on the Wall, chipping it away.
She sees the gates open for the first time in almost fifty years.
The children, as young as they are, they know what this means.
They also look upon the sight with large eyes.
It is an embodiment of all their hopes,
it is freedom,
a bright future,
it is liberation.