The Walls

The walls shook
as if they were terrified.
They sent rippes through your spine.

They grip you with vigor
The ease, the simplicity.
Turning joy to dust
and anger to light.

The sound of the walls
like n earthquake.
Rattling buildings to ruin
Fresh minds to mush.

Rebellion, revenge
all are the solutions
but to accomplish nothing.

A senseless binge
of egotistical energy
Them and their fucking ajenda
the disrespect.

The walls cry out for mercy
as the torture continues.
The overtones of enerized frustration
shatter your ears.

And at the drop of a hat
dead silence.

The walls rest
for another day.
And another day they will fear,
again.

- Dan MacMartin (01-27-99)

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