Other

We do not want Them next to us.
We cannot help Them, certainly not here.
We can not have Them close by.
They are not Us.
They are Other.

We are not like Them, they do not understand.
They are not brother.
We cannot see them.
We could never be them.
They are Other.

Send them back....Now...
Now, beat the drums of fear.
You never know what they might do.
They might bring evil... as we have none here.

Send them back. It is only right.
It is not that We do not care.
We will surely send up prayer.
"Dear God almighty, please help them."
But not here. They must stay there.

Not our problem
Them we do not see.
Someone else must...
Must give them our dark mercy.
They are Other.

Who are they? To dare,
To dare knock upon our door?
We can not open it. Never, never, never.
Not to refugees, lost and poor.
They are not us. They are Other.

Sitting righteous in our creed.
Sitting in our place of greed.
Church loving-God fearing.
Believing holy what we read. But...
...They are different. They are Other.

Bowing heads. Raising temples.
Yes, we are quite an example.
Our backs turning cold with fear,
Let us be! We are safe here.

We must stay safe.
Here in this land of the free.

Free from the Other.

Lesley M Mercill (c) 2015