When the Wrong happens to THEM
WE are not bothered
WE don’t react
WE think
WE are safe
Well . . .
It’s ok
WE are not one of THEM
but WE forget . . .
The Wrong spreads its fatal wings too fast
Its mammoth clutches are too cruel and gigantic
and WE nurture the Wrong with our deliberate apathy
And very soon it forgets to differentiate between
WE and THEM
Moreover, when hooliganism spills on the roads
none remains untouched
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
it affects all of us
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
All have to face the consequences
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
In fact, WE don’t know
for whom the bell tolls
what will be the Wrong’s next whim
what will be his next fancy
And
WHO will be his next victim
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
because
strange are the ways of the Wrong . . .
