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A vertical canvas for artists and disguise Graffiti scrawled by revolutionaries Banksy and friends mollified Peed on by the territorial scenters They divide us all Suppress or embolden Keep others out and us in A place to hang our trophies I feel it's angular form I cannot see through its opaque intensity The smell of fear is held within A ritualistic cacophony rings out This lifeless structure Sees no boundaries Bonded by graft Politics rules its being Designed to control Boxed in our own padded cell We bury our remorse or pains in the wall Ready to tear down that sponge and start again Two stones in a line-up Three interwoven Four in a tower One to knock it all down Two walls guide today’s journey Three a perpetuating maze The fourth outside of this dimension The last is for us to climb We travel with an invisible wall It protects our flanks I scatter saffron when I take the air The walls outline enlightened I look forward to the day when I need no walls Fabric heavenly constructs Transparent and naked I can run with this wall
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
We all have a wall to conquer
A vertical canvas for artists and disguise Graffiti scrawled by revolutionaries Banksy and friends mollified Peed on by the territorial scenters They divide us all Suppress or embolden Keep others out and us in A place to hang our trophies I feel it's angular form I cannot see through its opaque intensity The smell of fear is held within A ritualistic cacophony rings out This lifeless structure Sees no boundaries Bonded by graft Politics rules its being Designed to control Boxed in our own padded cell We bury our remorse or pains in the wall Ready to tear down that sponge and start again Two stones in a line-up Three interwoven Four in a tower One to knock it all down Two walls guide today’s journey Three a perpetuating maze The fourth outside of this dimension The last is for us to climb We travel with an invisible wall It protects our flanks I scatter saffron when I take the air The walls outline enlightened I look forward to the day when I need no walls Fabric heavenly constructs Transparent and naked I can run with this wall
Designed to defend us but eventually they destroy our free will.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
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