Where We Come From

A blank face A blank page A fake blanket For the people Staring in the windows With large doe eyes Keeping their eyes on the dough Of those in the homes With blank wall art And walls that can talk About the history of the world And the world before walls Where the walls were trees With big leaves and branches That stood before the ranches And stood before the farms Which stood only As something to stand for In a land worth fighting A war for over and over Until we finally boiled over Into our new lives With new homes And new wives And new scores to settle And new wars to battle Over barren useless dirt On earth of no real worth Under people considered worthless A nation as a person A person lacking a purpose A person and an earth Burned beneath the surface