Tell me, my owl-faced fiend
Are there burn marks on your dream
Will it persist in a sickened core
Where every cough can fan a war
Between these walls of stainless white
Inside utopia oh so bright
Another wall might bring a darker night
Till the first match sets it all alight
I raised a wall at your front door
Brittle planks on bruised stone
To prevent a fragile crowd
From being shaken even more
Tell me, my owl-faced fiend
Are you shaken, just like them
A little burnt, perhaps from the inside
After your feverish plans were denied
Between these walls of stainless white
Inside utopia oh so bright
Another wall might bring a darker night
Till the first match sets it all alight
Another wall to block the left hand path
Another border, even more narrow than before