Wall - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Let's build a wall between us
Made of dried adobe clay
Add some slimy mortar
And hope it lasts the day
We're talking simultaneously
So it's hard to really hear
There's lots of yada yada
But nothing's really clear
We argue about the height and length
And where the wall should go
We just keep piling brick on brick
How many we don't know
Everyone is adding bricks
To the exclusion of us all
We're done with all the talking
There's no place left to crawl
There's no one left to talk to
There's nothing left to fix
We're stuck inside a prison cell
Of dried adobe bricks
We don't know if we're safer
'Cause we're ruled by segregation
We're united in our state of mind
By bricks of isolation