Pages scattered in piles
about the floor
If nobody lied
What did they keep on fighting for?
One parchment says this, another disagrees
Each one affirming their own integrity
Pages and pamphlets adorn the walls
As a chorus of yelling shake the halls
Banners and picket signs
With witty slogans and sayings
T-shirts that advertise
The voice that they're craving
Littered in heaps strewn on the ground
In hopes that their messages will surely be found
By a lone passerby searching for an escape
As the scraps float on by and disintergrate
