Saw a confederate flag
on display today
hanging on someone’s porch banister—
That’s how they always seem to me:
menacing, taunting, ominous;
with hate and fear,
jeering at me.
But something was different here—
torn, worn, shredded, frayed.
A charade, I thought.
A symbol perhaps unintended,
decreeing in its degenerate state
that it’s time to stop.
Swap your misplaced anger.
Anchor your feelings in love instead.
Spread the word: its time is over.