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