House of Cards
Riots arise from dusk to dawn
Those lost lives, forever gone
Multiple shots, wound after wound
A house of cards collapses soon
Crowds of people roll in like waves
Holding signs and shouting names
Should’ve protected the people’s needs
Should’ve avoided Maycomb’s usual disease
Built up tall, frail and thin
The house of cards comes caving in
The past relived once again
“Hearts must change”, it must come to an end
All the cards, scattered around
All our sins, cover the ground
The amount of damage, we cannot erase
Until the cards leave this place
The Swerve 
Thank you for sharing your poem with us : )
It took me a couple of rereads to compile my understanding of what exactly this house of cards represented.
And speaking of Maycomb’s Usual Disease, a song for you all:
It’s called “Blind to the Illness” by Shara Nova
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