WRECKING BALL

by ERIC

Rooms littered with black and white,
the ceiling discriminates the walls forcing them to see the ceiling as something to despise.
The abuse on the foundation starts to become trite,
Clichés jammed in the mailbox,
the overly used expressions are to be shipped away, to be gotten rid of like a parasite,
cancerous, but they still give insight of a haven that could be paradise
if the civilization in this situation wasn’t given hammers to cause genocide.
When fingers are pointed to the structure, the area without a wrecking ball is victimized.
In a equation of thoughts, people forget to simplify to make everyone equal.
When they identify a broken home,
broken for a reason, it’s all are wrong so we can’t vilify.
Racism of floor boards try to be washed, but the soap and water is filled with hype
that energizes the lies.
Of the fact that it does
the house fluctuates and caves in all of sudden
in a racial race worth running for the hope again even if it isn’t nudging.
A tragedy occurs and the house sees its molded from the water it was always trudging,
held in the basement the heart of the house the egg
pushed through the fallopian only to breed bigotry and nothingness.