No, I suspect not.

So here we lie at last,
with our formulated smiles.
Smiling, hoping we don't
become the ashes in the sky.

Can you smell it?
Can you hear the screams
before death hits those dissidents?
We can.

We can smell that
repulsive odor,
reminding us to stay in line,
with our heads down.

We were once free
yet, now we have a wall in our way.
The wall looms over our small bodies,
mocking us.

It dares us to resist
to fight against the establishment.
Can you see the scratches on the hideous wall?
We can.

These scratches haunt us
like a horror film.
The desire to be free
has never left our brains even with those horrendous nightmares.

Even with a Stasi to hunt us down,
we wanted freedom.
Even with a gun pointed to our heads.
we wanted freedom.

When will the wall break?
Will it ever fall down
and finally stop mocking us?
Will we ever escape this shadow?

No, I suspect not.