It starts in other countries, in other states, in other cities. We see it on the news. It doesn't affect us. When it happens to somebody we know, we grieve for them, but we won't look them in the eye.
Only when the pain and surging, suffering tide of the escaping masses comes to break down your door, will you then say, "There is no shelter here. This is MY home, stay here no more!"
And they will all cry,
"No, it is YOU that has no shelter here! Why did you look away when they went for your neighborhood?"
Yelling back as you remind,
"Did you not turn them away the same as I, to deny them brotherhood?"
By then it's too late.
Misunderstood, we run but can't hide.
There will be no shelter here.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
It starts in other countries, in other states, in other cities. We see it on the news. It doesn't affect us. When it happens to somebody we know, we grieve for them, but we won't look them in the eye.
Only when the pain and surging, suffering tide of the escaping masses comes to break down your door, will you then say, "There is no shelter here. This is MY home, stay here no more!"
And they will all cry,
"No, it is YOU that has no shelter here! Why did you look away when they went for your neighborhood?"
Yelling back as you remind,
"Did you not turn them away the same as I, to deny them brotherhood?"
By then it's too late.
Misunderstood, we run but can't hide.
There will be no shelter here.
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