Look,
Do you see that boy over there?
The dull look in his eye
The life's been sucked out of him
After quite a few tries
But it hasn't
Killed him yet.
Tragedies he's seen
Some horrible sins
And yet you yell
"Don't let him in!
"He's a terrorist!"
They cry, hands over their eyes
"He'll kill us when given the chance!"
Do you even see this young boy?
The ghost in his eyes?
His home is gone
His father dead
His mother left behind
He and his siblings
They just want something to eat
A meal, a place to sleep
Little sister keeps crying out for mama
Older brother is trying to be dada
And these foreigners are shutting their doors
Crying out terrorist
When these children just want rest.
I honestly don't know where this came from, it took an entirely unexpected turn.
