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