Over and under and through the Wall they came,

parched with a thirst they couldn't quench.

Tunneling, flying, leaping, crawling, hidden

in car seats and carts, determined to wrench

themselves free from tyranny's stench.

Oppressed, tortured, imprisoned, shot—

still the thirsty would not could not be denied.

The spring of freedom beckoned, so close, so far;

yards, feet, nay inches away they died—

and friends and loved ones cried.

Some made it! a baby hidden in a bag in a cart;

desperate men who leapt on a moving train;

a hollow car seat, tunnels, boats,

a makeshift glider, balloon and plane;

putting an end to the thirst and pain.

And then one day, one wonderful day,

they hammered and shattered and tore down the Wall!

Thirsting, singing, shouting, laughing, hugging,

chunk by chunk they watched it fall—

and the terrible thirst was quenched for all.