The walls came down, down, down
All over town.
There were cries to stop, stop, stop
But no one ever would drop.
There was never an end,
Everyone was around the bend.
And though I would try my best,
In the end, I too went West.
For this country that once was mine
Now is only thine;
For we did not appreciate
What we had, until too late.
Written as a combination of prompts once again (I just couldn’t help myself…):