Fear
The old lady
who constantly frets,
surrounded by Muslims,
feels them a threat.
Is she racist,
or is she frightened?
The teenage boy
who steals a blade,
his cocky stare
a masquerade.
Is he a thug,
or is he scared?
The parents who
sigh with dismay
at signs that their boy
may be gay.
Are they homophobic,
or are they frightened?
The abused child
who's been defiled,
for love becomes
a paedophile.
Is he a sex offender,
or is he scared?
The lonely spinster
in her flat,
talking only to
her tabby cat.
Is she a witch,
or is she frightened?
The manager
who never doubts,
does not explain
and always shouts.
Is she arrogant,
or is she scared?
The kid who picks
upon the weak,
the way they talk
or look, or speak.
Is she a bully,
or is she frightened?
Ignorance feeds
our fear, I fear,
and makes us grow
a thick veneer.
Are we ignorant,
or are we scared?
Hobbo's Poems 
So true. Reminds me of Jewel’s song “Pieces of You”. Great poem!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Excellent and thought provoking poem!
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Thank you Mr G!
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Just brilliant, there is always two sides of a coin. 👏👏
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Thank you, my friend. Fear can turn us against ourselves sometimes.🙂
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Fear is an ugly thing.
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Yes, absolutely. It can drive people to do ugly things too. 😒
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👏🏼👏🏼
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terrific post, Hobbo: you’ve covered a lot of examples for us to ponder over —
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Thank you john.
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