The Wall
ripples in the wave resemble grains in wood
this wall is evil there's no trace of good
razor sharp claws curl pleading to fall
a face is forming fully you're seeing a skull
frightened the more you look the more it gains
pouring rain is its coarsing veins
it's storing rage and storming hatred
turning plentiful fields into morbid wastelands
more than wasting this is pure destruction
write a plea to the planet titled dear dysfunction
a pit full of overzealous jealous clammering
bringing each other down to snag a dream
living vicariously through a magazine
this hate shouldn't flow so avidly
but when you're up against a wall and you give it your all
there's still a damn good chance that wall might fall
~Rolphy
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