His guest was wrinkled,
Grotesque,
Inhuman.
He grew to love this monster
And together they perfected ugly.
They traveled the streets of my neighborhood,
Polluting the air
With their so-called "free speech".
I turned my eyes in disgust,
But my heart is warm, full, and still beating,
So my outrage became pity.
I knew there were more of them out there...
The old men with no joy in their futures
And nothing beautiful to leave behind.
Had he not been taught to love?
Or was it something that slipped away
Leaving him bitter?
No matter,
I guess.
He'd never truly know freedom
Allowing his life to be restricted by his companion of hate.
I was driving to meet Manly one night and I pulled up along side this pickup truck that looked like it had a camper on the top of it (old beat up thing). It was actually 4 sides of pure hate with a big Jesus on the front with his arms opened wide.(pictured is just one side of it). This little shriveled up man was driving around spreading his word. Unfortunately the light turned before I could get a better picture. It was so gross and freaky. The guy must have been 80++++. All I kept thinking was who would want to spend all the time they have left on this earth spewing hate? Are you really free if this all-consuming hate confines you?
