I asked my friends to post here. Instead, they all sent their compositions to me.
Here's one by a friend in high school. Don't skip it just because it rhymes - I suspect it's better than you expect, especially if you've been to the place it's about.
The Kotel is the Western Wall of the Temple in Jerusalem, which was destroyed by the Romans c. 70 ce.
It isn't like a colosseum - it is a living place.
The Voice of the Kotel
I am a watcher, standing by
As thousands come to me to mourn.
They cry for what was lost to them,
And hope for it to be reborn.
Some never had the chance to come,
Though they've waited all their years,
Yet children can come touch my face,
Who have forgotten all those tears.
I cry out to my master's ear:
You've left your nation all alone.
How much longer must they weep,
Until you finally come home?
Sometimes I try to speak out-loud,
To some of those who come to me,
To show them answers to their prayers,
As they stand begging at my feet.
When my master told them how to act,
When my master told them what to do,
He said what's missing from their lives,
To make these dreams they have come true.
Until they listen, here I stay,
Observing, still, always the same.
Silently waiting, hoping, sure,
But always crying for their pain.