The Wall Which Cannot Break

The Eyes They Close

Each corner of the street holds stores which ring the bells they know.

Alive with jewelry and make-up. Windows filled with stylish clothes.

"Come one, come all! Don't live in squalor. Spend your extra cash.

There's rings and bling and shiny things! Half off as long as they last!"

Produce this cloud of extra things and silk and colored stones.

"Material consumerist" is just a silly moan.

You're not your best if you don't have this liner on your eyes.

You aren't worth a dime if you buy any less than five.

Now boast within your newfound medium, you gorgeous thing!

Think not about the pockets non-existent in your jeans.

Don't think about the purse too much. There's nothing that it means.

You're a princess. You're a diva. You're the woman of your dreams.

Now I will not condemn expression, nor will I lessen what they do.

We've stripped a woman of her image, and tried to sell her something new,

And if she's promptly filled her closet, or has a pair too many shoes.

Then we can make the claim that she's insane, and reject her ideas too.

"What's a woman with all these trivial things plan to do with thoughts and power?

Will she be to work on time or dress herself another hour?"

In this money-vacuum world we harvest girls of all their bills,

And simultaneously advertise their weakness to our thrills.

It's a cycle of rebirth. We recreate the hate we feel.

We hypnotize the female masses and tell them our pushes aren't real.

We feed them what they need to be from such an early age it sticks.

And men are no more conscious of this system, fluent in it's tricks!

A woman has no place to win unless she takes it on herself

To throw her dignity aside, or accept the loneliness we've dealt.

You either flaunt yourself and matter, but in a way that puts you down,

Or you're a strange one, so untouchable, as dead birds on the ground.

Pick your choice: the rock, the hard place? We've all but picked the option for you.

Either relish in greed and lose your words, or be plain and we'll ignore you.

But have no second thoughts, this is your fault. It's just a man's world, yes?

We create the world we criticize, and I wish we could confess.

The eyes they close.

The eyes we close.

The eyes they want to put to rest.