I saw a man today
He had
Confederate flags
On his
Red truck
Boots
He had
A shotgun
In his hand
His face
Didn’t portray anger
But to have
Confederate flags
On his
Truck
And
Boots
And to
Be carrying
a gun
He had to
Be past the point of anger
His feelings turned to
Hate
Hate
I feel it sometimes
Sometimes I want to slip into
The depths and
Stay
But I know
That is dangerous
Because hate
Is dangerous
Like playing with fire
I might burn myself
At any moment
This man
With the
Truck
And the
Boots
And the
Gun
Burned himself
With the flame of hatred
But he is passed the point
Of Healing
More have been playing with
The fire
Lately
Let’s just hope
We can heal them
In time
He had
Confederate flags
On his
Red truck
Boots
He had
A shotgun
In his hand
His face
Didn’t portray anger
But to have
Confederate flags
On his
Truck
And
Boots
And to
Be carrying
a gun
He had to
Be past the point of anger
His feelings turned to
Hate
Hate
I feel it sometimes
Sometimes I want to slip into
The depths and
Stay
But I know
That is dangerous
Because hate
Is dangerous
Like playing with fire
I might burn myself
At any moment
This man
With the
Truck
And the
Boots
And the
Gun
Burned himself
With the flame of hatred
But he is passed the point
Of Healing
More have been playing with
The fire
Lately
Let’s just hope
We can heal them
In time
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