The Wall Ver2
The Wall (version 2)
Berlin terror
Pink Floyds pinkish era
Flying pigs
Mexican gigs
Rolling stones
Dead old bones
Behind tall walls
Cowards with guards stall
As we march towards better days
Jimi was always in a purple haze
Mahogany desks from Thailand rushed
Unfolding ideas, exploring concepts rotting in rust
Honor the monarch only if he is a butterfly
We the people must do as we must
Building walls is great
For the shortsighted and tiny mighted
For those with bountiful eyes and compassionate souls
Tear down the walls, and let our eyes explore
Taste the cultures, and reach for the sun
There is no wall to keep mankind undone
The universe is ours
Soon we shall over run
Notes: Certainly be fun to hear what you read into certain lines!
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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