Is that all we are good for?
Fences,
all over the place
and written on everyone's face.

It's human nature
I guess,
build a fence to protect what you've got,
or just to show what is yours,
providing a barrier to the doors.

Along the countryside,
fences roam, wild and tame
wondering long and far
over dales and streams,
looking to exclude and working to
contain their stock.

High metal grates stand
so proud,
the city's Queen's guards,
only with glass or barbed wire
instead a silly black hat
for attire.

With fences
streaming everywhere we go,
it’s the fences you can’t see
that are the hardest to break through.
With shocks so electric
they scar forever,
and the closer you get
the more painful it is.

In a society that’s lost it’s senses,
there are too many fences
and fear runs loose through the gaps
as we withdraw into our shells,
descending into hell.