Bricks and mortar

Just north of Joytown
in the old village of What the fuck has happened here
the numb-skulls prepare for a build

funny little fellows
dashing about picking up the bricks
scattered around the place

poor bastards have been building the same wall
for thirty years now
knocking it down then building it up

you'd think they'd just move to a far away cave
or some isolated bomb shelter
where they could get on with being whatever it is
they want to be being
not hearing not seeing not feeling