Truth About Walls


Truth About Walls


It's cold

Though you wouldn't know it

Inside your walls

A facade has grown

The comforts bestowed

Meant as distractions

Hand-fed oppression

A blissful ignorance

Skewing the lines of truth

This so called protection of the people

We designate

The Cage 




Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the second poem in a series of poems that I'm doing. The first one being, "The Beginning of Another End."