Fear.

Oh fear, your power is great.

Your propensity for absolution through hate.

Walls crumble when you are near.

We cannot help but wonder what the other side hides,

thus enters our fear.

Those we hold in the light seem demonized at night.

Little faces, different races, quickening paces.

Our fear draws near.

Is there enough to go around?

Perhaps the lost should remain unfound.

Our children may suffer if THEY are allowed in,

we cannot tolerate THEIR sin.
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