Did you see my neighbor?
The one who looks like me?
I wanted to talk with him today,
"But he's a mean 'ol fellow.
How can you not see that?
At night he took a hunting knife,
And cut open your cat."
My cat you say? It's not a bother,
I can't stay mad at my friend.
He is my neighbor, he is my brother,
Don't you see the trend?
"But now he has a gun,
And he has come for us!
They've murdered scores, and now it's ours!
There's no one left to trust."
Relax my friend, I still defend
The man who looks like me.
In God we're one, father and son.
Twas' in the homily.
"You are a fool to trust this man,
Who lives so close to home.
I leave tonight, so wish me luck,
Wherever I may roam."
Then I'll remain within my house,
Wishing that you would come see.
A blood red Muslim to you perhaps,
But a neighbor who looks like me.
-Ryan A. Blank