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...