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The Man on the Street
"The man on the street
Is scaring me, Mommy...
He looks like the bad man
on TV...
With his dark hair,
and dark eyes
and dark skin
He blew up that building
Mommy,
the where Uncle Jim
worked, got killed...
Did he?"
"The man on the street
Is just like you and me.
He didn't blow up the
building...
Bad people, that look like him
with hate in their hearts
did that, not him."
"Little boy, come here,"
said the man on the street,
"Let me tell you something."
"My sister was in that building that day.
She had gone to work,
Just like your uncle.
And she died,
Just like your uncle."
The little boy's eyes
became like saucers
staring at the man on the street.
"Look up," he said,
as a plane whooshed by
That's what I do,"
the man on the street said
"Just like Daddy,
just like Daddy."
the little boy said
as he walked away
no longer scared
of the man on the street.
