Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Decay to decay, rust to rust.

World still changing since before birth,
Just in our limited time on this earth.

Walls have come down very fast.
Walls that were made to last.

Some walls were made to crumble.
Some were custom made to bumble.

Lines can be walls written on paper,
Lines can be weapons of a keeper.

Must keep colors within the lines.
Must keep the colors so confined.

Keep the white center ringed by the black,
Keep the white meat for afternoon snack.