The Cinderblock Wall

In the early hours of Saturday Before dawn had even broke I was walking with children in green fields of grey I stood by but never spoke They stopped to see flowers grown by the road Colorless in the twilight haze Standing by as purple cattle would stir To go for an early graze And by the time the dew dropped clover Tried to get a little color back The old and the tired got all fired up And their wires got crossed And the cows got lost And the frostbitten children crawled over the wall The wall, the wall The cinderblock wall Could you see the weeds begin to grow See the crow, the crow Come the ominous crow Foretelling the great structure’s fall From the wall, from the wall From the cinderblock wall Can you see their bones start to stack Bring them back, bring them back Bring those little kids back Before something eats them all In the early hours of Tuesday afternoon In a sinkhole of steaming sand I swam with my classmates to latch on the moon We taste it, it’s pretty bland The grown-ups, they follow the clay-colored bones We picked up and left on our way There’s a green ape atop a grape-colored throne Oh Dead God, rue this day And by the time our leader fell over Face losing color fast The young and the tired, the ones you admired Had their wires get crossed And the apes got lost And the heat stricken children looked back to the wall The wall, the wall The cinderblock wall We could see the dust begin to rise From our eyes, from our eyes In our scared little eyes We could see the grown-ups run and fall Down the wall, the wall Watch the cinderblocks fall Catching people screaming down below See the crow, see the crow Come the wizened old crow To protect us as the elders did fall