Those Picture Frames

The walls are coming down

All around

Like an avalanche of memories

Those pictures flutter down

Off the walls

That crash on the sea-foam beach of dreams

And the only ones who see the damage

For what it is

Are the ones who created it

Through their hateful eyes

Seeing the world crookedly

With red-rimmed glasses

But hate brings on hate

Says one mother to another

Mother of destruction

As the walls fall down

Looks with glee

As lives fall apart

Glee of misery

Only misery feels misery

Those pictures still fluttering

And those memories fading

In the black and white contrasts

As the shaking

And giant boom

Shows the images that once belonged to those scraps

Of life

Love

Love wasn’t enough to save

The walls from falling down

Those cracks in the pavement

That pulls the earth down

Those cracks that open when things change

And things change