Though Unseen

"Though Unseen" Racism oozes inside there, though unseen, Just vibrating there with incredible fangs for punctures; Far inside the nucleus of our frenzied souls, It throbs knowingly there, like a silent spider, Deep inside the focal core of sentient breathing. It cannot be educated away into obsolescence. It cannot be legislated into social edicts for the fools. Alas, it is fear that directs the spasms of hate. It is the suave cocktail for the blind ones, the dying ones; They play the games of the spiritually comatose. “Shhh, find the light switch lady in white…shhh…” It is behind the crusted door beneath the eaves; It is oozing there, though unseen. Just vibrating there, fangs ready for the sucking. Find it fast inside there, In the dim corner of last year’s cobwebs, Amongst the eaten sweaters and forgotten umbrellas. “Shhh, find the light switch lady in black… shhh…” It is the only solution to the hate thing… Find it fast, and sip the sweet nectar of healing.