What are you afraid of?
Is it the people walking on the streets,
Or the chef cooking your meal;
Is it every person armed with a gun,
Or the child hiding behind his mum.

Just what are you afraid of?
Is it the people coming in hordes,
Or that the employment rate might fall;
Is it because we have different religions,
Or is it because of its effect on legions.

Just what is it?
Is it because there isn’t a health plan,
Or that there isn’t a plan for wall;
Is it that not every table has a coke button,
Or that you can’t reach them with those hands.

I might know what it is!
Is it because you haven’t felt it,
The wish of a better life?
Or is it because you never wished it,
A country where every religion could survive.

-Anonymous