Hate. It boils with passion and rage,
without reason. A Cold Heart you'll see
with no shame, to stabbing engage.
Soon this black man will bleed.
His blood will be red, just like his killer.
And Cold Hearted people, just don't remember
what it's like to smile and giggle,
swim in the summer, open gifts in December.
Hate. No need to continue this trend.
Let this stain not be covered, open to see
perhaps then, the wounding can mend.
My enemy, my neighbor
some strangers, all friend,
"Remember God in Heav'n
who made us all bleed red."
David Jensen 2010