[RunAmokRampant]

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White Picket Fence

At the low end of town,
buildings stand derelict yet stable straight,
with beautiful communities that hold luxuries only nibbled.
Luxuries that should be deserved for granted,
that are preciously shared in tight knit groups.
Struggling but holding.

Yet the hooked beak always finds a weakness.
Searching for the soft center to unleash the massacre.

The differential makes all the difference,
and soon the scales will tip with the weight of fear,
and divide society into pieces.

One feral look and a violent reaction,
and then they begin to fall in line,
white picket fences surrounding beautiful communities,
encountering drive-by’s with open bibles,
reciting what they want to say,
reciting what they think,
holding burning crosses and blind faith close to their hearts.

Coming closer to draw out the colour,
in between the lines.

Faceless clowns with masks to avoid the pressure of perception,
hiding shame and identity in an overblown genocide design,
with dishevelled compassion.

And suddenly the hyperbole revealed the reality.