Fear is often a demon filled with nothing more than wind.
We can allow it to grow and create a panic,or simply face it and watch it disappear.
Europe is faced with a new changing face, foreigners are coming by the thousands by the millions.
And with this new influx of multi cultural, multi religious, and vast social differences, fear has comes with them.
Fear from our new guest, and fear from the general population of the host country as they are faced with its biggest challenges since WWII.
What types of people are they what problems will they bring how much will they cost us and are there terrorists.
These fears run rampant when not met with reason and forethought. Often the panic is from media created untruths and reporting of only the worse cases. When in fact most who come here are seeking a better life until they can return home.
I choose to welcome them,rather than make them feel unwanted.
I wish them all the best.
These yellow leaves were in my back yard today, they reminded me of the many who will come this year.
So out of this thought came the poem.
Enjoy
………………………….
Weary
They came to us by the thousands,
women, children and men.
Wounded souls all of them,
the war had sucked them dry.
We stood back in fear,
and watched them pass,
each one filled with so much sorrow.
My small town stood nervously,
as fear swept through the crowd.
I watched them pass,
as voices yelled,
go home, back to your own land.
And there I was, caught in the storm,
defend them, or defend my home.
I looked at all of them,
battle worn lifeless things.
Their children looked like tattered dolls,
no life in their young eyes.
I watched them pass one and all,
each child was filled with fear.
And then,
I knew what my heart felt,
as they passed me by that day.
I raised my voice high,
as protesters shouted out,
go home you’re not wanted here.
And there between the rising tide of fear,
I heard my voice shout out,
welcome to my home.
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