he walks down <br />and i walk up <br /> <br />he walks down <br />and i walk up <br /> <br />he walks down <br />and i walk up <br /> <br />we look into each <br />other and that's <br />just what we do <br />everyday <br /> <br />poor me <br />when am i induced <br />to be another <br />racist <br /> <br />he walks down <br />and i walk up <br /> <br />he walks down <br />and i walk u <br /> <br />that's what we do <br />day after day <br /> <br />letting our eyes <br />do the poor talking <br /> <br />whose fault? <br />whose fault? <br /> <br />i keep asking <br />the ceiling <br />in the nights <br />why why why? <br />i ask the ceiling <br /> <br />the answer comes <br />back in an overhanging <br />overbearing wordliness <br /> <br />the ceiling<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceiling/
