White picket fences/surrounding a house made by/pretty white people
Equal rights be damned/built on the graves and backs of/millions of dead
Fertilized by blood/start to grow like poll numbers/blotting out the sun.
This mammon of greed/avarice, disparity/snakes like ziggurats
Built to honor long/dead dollar bills with faces/of long dead white men
Who ruled with iron/whips, truncheons, fire hoses/lengths of knotted rope
And complacency/grows too high, rotting the base/with holy priv'ledge
Vines like knotted hands/grasp the roots of oppression/and pulls, stem and leaf,
Out of the ground like/the voices of ancestors/rending wood and paint.
Like the facade that/Shelly left in barren sands/the house that hate built
Collapses under/neath the towering wreckage/that, finally, falls.
An experiment/with shoddy hypothesis/fails tests of rigour.