Here goes. If it’s too stupid, I’ll delete it.

Begin as segregation
gave it meaning
for the shadows remained penned
the doors remained free
pickets were as the hoods,
white as the concrete steps
to the echoing hall

Then the sinister hand
the dark loosed from the pens
no longer were the doors open
for the streets ran with blood
red pickets, hoods of black
burned sacred totems

We cry at the tick of the clock,
our fears manifest, unable to
feed weapons of steel repeating
death fully dead, to cleanse
to purify simple thoughts

Mindless desires
driven to a past
where existence was not
but false wishes and empty hate.