Walls

We wither and wallow within willful walls, But as was Newton by a tree, A wall struck inspiration into me. Walls aren't solely constructed of the house, But the Senate and the rest as well. They convince us to call home, A one-sided mirror box. A/C, heat, wifi: propaganda promotes prison, And all we get is small windows-- Of truth, Blindingly bright light... So we cover them with curtains like a bandaid on a freshly severed limb.