My Wall

A middle class mom crouches on the hill eyes behind
Binoculars she sits so still spots a boy going under the
Freeway whispers in her radio going for the kill open your
Eyes! you're fighting kids who only want to make their
Mark everything else you took away you left them in the
Dark open your eyes! your war is not about beauty it's
About rights and choice speech isn't free it is only for those
Who can afford to raise their voice say it is pollution they
Say it is a sin mobilize their force to stop the demon within
They say it is not a battle it is a full scale war recruiting
Volunteers like never before say it is so ugly they say it is
An eyesore but remember they're the ones who build
Department stores put ads on the benches signs on the
Windows asphalt where the grass used to grow