Flags and Symbols
I love feeling the early morning cool breeze,
As I run the nearly empty streets of my town,
But suddenly I begin to feel some kind of fear,
That Iím at risk simply because Iím brown.
At those hours I only see one fellow runner,
I always smile and wave at the kind stranger,
He signs ďpeaceĒ as he jogs the opposite way,
But then I canít help feeling that Iím in danger.
The sun is rising, the air is getting warmer,
The music is helping me push through,
But as the morning light is shining bright,
Some of the neighborhoods are in full view.
A beautiful house near with a huge truck,
Display huge Trump and Confederate flags,
With stares as if I donít belong around there,
In my race I quicken the pace like Iím a stag.
I think to myself ďI shouldnít have to run in fearĒ,
But then again, Iíve never been confronting,
ďPeople wear camouflage for a reasonĒ,
Yeah, when they go hunting.
In the past I've had a bottle thrown at me,
With obscenities yelled from a speeding car,
Iíve been called ďterroristĒ and other names,
But I always walk away when itís too bizarre.
To tell the truth, I really donít fear death,
Iíve had a pretty good life so I donít mind,
But I do fear for my wife and my children,
At how the world has gotten so unkind.
I often think about what these symbols mean,
About what they really represent and decree,
And how history just tends to repeat itself,
When Iím called names in the land of the free.