Walls
Walls are coming down
Exposed
Worm, your honor, put them back right now
Blinded by his face
Staring at his mind
Scattered on the rocks
Soaking soil and vine like a Jackson Pollock
War, or "two kings sending people to die"
With guns, and swords, and knives
Under a blood red sky
The sun sets at the end of a day
When mothers say goodbye
Children rendered formless shapes
As shadow blinks its eye
How do they know
How do they know when the battle is done
How can they know
Whether they lost, or whether they've won
Blind
Since he was a child
And he's been tap-tap-tapping his white-tipped cane
That boy'll tap until he dies
Glasses on his face
Muddy pair of eyes
Happy nonetheless
Glad to be alive
He'll never know
The beauty of the Morning Sun
So how can he know
If he happens to tap someone
Oh, my
Oh
My fate is tainted, a black spot that's spreading 'cross the carpet
And it seeps into the soil
And it bubbles in a pit
'Til the workers strike for oil
Spewing blackness, spewing shit
I am haunted by his face
The body of a lamb
Screaming
"Why"
"Achi, achi, lema sabachthani"
I didn't know
Oh, God, what have I done
How could I know
Oh, God, what have I done
I didn't know
Oh, God, what have I done
How could I know
Oh, God, what have I done
And now it's midnight
In the place of a skull