My Wall

A middle-class mom crouches on the hill

Eyes behind binoculars, she sits so still

Spots a boy going under the freeway

Whispers in her radio, going for the kill

Open your eyes! You're fighting kids

Who only want to make their mark

Everything else you took away

You left them in the dark

Open your eyes!

Your way is not about beauty

It's about rights and choice

Speech isn't free

It is only for those who can afford

To raise their voice

Say it is pollution

They say it is a sin

Mobilize their force to stop the demon within

They say it is not a battle

It is a full-scale war

Recruiting volunteers

Like never before

Say it is so ugly

They say it is an eyesore

But remember

They're the ones who build department stores

Puts ads on the benches

Signs on the windows

Asphalt where the grass used to grow