The Cleanse

A scolding took place
And faces were wrenched
By the wrinkled and rubbery case.

There were tables and clothes
Stacked like the stars
Scattered across stable nights.

And the children they rose,
From the floor where they played,
To take on the forced-upon chores.

Their heads dazed in sight
Amazed by the move
The spinning machine wore that night.

Their hands shook with fear
As the circle grew fast
Munching on everyday wear.

When they opened the door
And they took out the loot
They could no longer breathe, speak or be,
For the bunch that they got
Turned to stern crumpled cot
And they realized they made
The same thing that had given
Them the shaming to fix the "corrupt."