nor am i out of it

the walls know many stories but say naught
the air that passes over could tell tales
some have been sold here others have been bought

i hear the conversations echoes of little thought
the answers given when the network fails
the walls know many stories but say naught

perhaps in some small chink the dust that's caught
knows of the blood that made the cotton bales
some have been sold here others have been bought

who ran by here on those hard days when fraught
with fear more than electric were the wails
the walls know many stories but say naught

the normative metaphors the things that ought
by rights to be open offered marked as sales
some have been sold here others have been bought

whow knows now what occurred here what was fought
for in the long nights before the morning pales
the walls know many stories but say naught
some have been sold here others have been bought