Look under rock and in darkened cave,
Delve into nightmares your wakings enslaved.
Tell me O’ tell me what is it you fear
In each thing you see and each that you hear.
News of invasion and hordes stoke your fire,
Of conspiracy theories you never do tire.
Immigrants scare you though ancestors were one
You hide behind barricades with knife and with gun.
In each person of color is seen a terrorist’s face
Afraid they will conquer your white Christian place.
How sad it is to live with terror neverending,
An old way of life you are always defending.
Change is but natural and always has been
And not loving they neighbor…well that’s still one of God’s sins.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~