Little ember floats in the wind
Tiny paper dancing in the red road
Signs that speak of intolerance
Sparking the hate filled minds

I do not know how to unburn
That broken wooden bridge
To take back the fire that
Licked and snapped
Leaving tires and other rubber trash
That never turned to ash

Leaving mad men
Stomping and demanding
More violence and less
Understanding

The rabble turning life to rubble

Gun rights meaning more
To them then civil rights
For all my friends

Trapping time in
A tiny painful moment

One friendship down
One job lost
One town burning down
Miles behind me
As I escape this mad city