Here’s link to my poem “A Matter of Perspective” published in Blue Mountain Review. You’ll have to click on link, click on full screen, and scroll to p. 130. This is a great publication so take the opportunity to read as much of the magazine as you have time given your shelter-in-place status.
In the meantime, I’ve copied the poem below for you to read.
A Matter of Perspective
Stone & packed earth meander
across the Eurasian Steppe while
barbarian warriors skirt the structure.
Daunting barrier now turned festival site.
The Great Wall of China
Twenty-eight years and one day,
a political declaration of power made visible
brick by brick demolished,
now transformed into public art.
Berlin Wall, Germany
terrorism, racial segregation, apartheid
cultural blight, canvas for graffiti
twenty-six feet tall concrete slabs.
West Bank Wall, Israel
iron-post teeth rust in the sun,
slice backyards, divide farmlands, sever parks
boundary defined by small crosses, names on paper,
Border Fence as Wall, Southwestern U.S.A
Leaving my office,
driving home to my gated community,
protected with its finely decorated entrance
solid wall and number pad.
I am safe.
Nancy Hartney 
The gated community walls might be the most sinister—they profess to be civilized.
Love this powerful poem.
I have a friend that used to live in the country, a development has grown around her, and now a gate is being installed … times so change. Wear pearls. Mask up.
Thanks for this — Yes, perspective! So many walls to think about.
Even Robert Frost’s poem reads differently these days.
Thanks. Perspective is everything. Even Robert Frost’s poem reads differently these days.
I wrote a poem once called Walls & Bridges. It may be in one of those chapbooks I gave you.
Unfortunately, we humans are much better at building walls than bridges, but oh the cost.
I’ll look for your poem—and, I’ll agree with you regarding the cost of walls vs bridges.