Room Without a Window -

the position being taken is not to be mistaken

for attempted education or righteous accusation

only a description just an observation of the pitiful

condition of our degeneration

walls made of opinions thru which we speak and never listen

ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied

door thats made of rage hard and slowly aged

always closing tighter with every war that’s waged

room without a window cant see out…

floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside

corners made of borders, borders made of law and order

painted with the words of politicians and religion

plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division

room without a window can’t see out…