I was a person who saw every stranger as a survivor,
A survivor of love,
A survivor of death,

I was a person who saw every stranger as a kindhearted soul,
A soul that had saved a dog from a car crash,
A soul that had climbed a huge ladder to put out a fire,
A soul that had painted the longest picture in the world with his daughter,
A soul full of life, hope and adventure,

But unfortunately,
Now whenever I look at a stranger,
I see a hopeless being searching for shelter, food, rights and independence
I see black and white, instead of colors,
I see broken hearts, instead of happily ever afters,

I see oppressed people in need for help,
I see a world full of darkness and danger.