our house.

It came and built a wall through our house,
pride did--
separating it into quadrants,
each large enough to contain just an individual ego.
Selfishness came and roofed our rooms,
leaving holes and gaps wide enough for bitterness and envy to leak through.
They say a house divided cannot stand.
I say what’s wrong with that?
Who said standing is ideal?
It’s when we continue standing in our own self-righteous indignation that the damage is done.
But should we fall, should we collapse,
then, then the battle is really won.
It’s in destruction that unity can be found,
and loyalty can be redefined;
a sense of family revived and declared.
So let our divided house fall,
crumble to the ground.
Shake away the filth
and let new love resound.

© 2008