Afraid to walk the streets
Fear of who you might meet.
That's the state my mind is in
A world over run with sin.
Where do we go from here
When we don't have a cure?
Or the last reason to pray
When we lost our only way.
We read and saw the signs
And put it out of mind.
Now who will stand up and fight
For what they believe is right.
A knife and gun in hand
Ready to kill over land.
They said this day will come
When the weak refuse to run.
E. L. Pleasant
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