Room Without A Window

Room Without A Window
the position being taken is not to be mistaken for attempted education or righteous accusation only a description just an observation of the pitiful condition of our degeneration walls made of opinions through which we speak and never listen ceiling made of pride vicious and self satisfied door that's made of rage hard and slowly aged always closing tighter with every war that's waged room without a window can't see out... floor is made of lives wed gladly end to stay inside corners made of borders, borders made of law and order painted with the words of politicians and religion plastered with the wreckage of our cultural division room without a window can't see out