BE AFRAID

 BE AFRAID...

 

Of the people over here

And the people over there,

The dark-skinned mother,

And your own blood brother,

Of the red

In your bed,

And people everywhere.

Be afraid

Of your shadow

And kids in Colorado

Who might be packing guns,

Of the man with the beard

And people looking weird,

Of the graveyard ghosts

And the people on the Coast,

Be afraid of the nuns!

Be afraid

Of the short and afraid of the tall,

Of just about any damn one at all

Who doesn’t look like you,

And doesn’t cook like you,

Doesn’t drink like you,

And doesn’t think like you.

Trust only in the Lord,

And the brute in the suit

Pointing his finger

At the people over there,

And the people over here

At the straight and the queer

And people everywhere,

Telling you

Ya gotta,

Ya gotta

Ya gotta be afraid,

Ya gotta be afraid,

Ya gotta be very, very afraid.