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!