If These Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk
What would they say?
Would they whisper sweet nothings
About each and every day?
Each days musings
Witnessing the collapse
Of the systems in place
Dictated by the one
With the orange face?
Do the doors tremble
As they hear the footsteps
Coming down the hall
Do the floors
Moan and groan
From the weight of it all?
Does the gold wallpaper
Peel away from the view
For daily it must look
As the world goes askew?
If these walls could talk
Oh, what would they say?
They would speak in somber tones
They would speak in such a way
We would recognize their disillusionment
Distressed in every way
“The commander in chief”
They would say
“Is no commander at all”
“But a frightened and insecure man”
“Making the rounds in calls”
“This character of a man”
They would say
“Is morally deficient”
“In each and every way”
“Please make this stop”
The walls would say
“This is a place of integrity, a place of honor”
“Our hands are tied, how much longer?”
“Please make the insanity stop”
“Please take heed”
“Please listen when we say”
“Its all been done”
“In the name of GREED…”
