Graham Jones Poems
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Fear Of The Unknown.
I come now from those foreign places
Unknown to those with hidden faces
Bedecked and different, for them to leer
As one unknown, something to fear
Am I not I that you can see?
What is the fear you see in me?
This faceless one, that makes you quake
I hold no fear its what you make
Deceive yourself if that you may
And cringe from that which spells decay
I hold no terrors in these hands
I am but a vessel to unknown lands
There is nothing to fear but fear itself
Of what, the memory of love or wealth
You will take my hand, make no mistake
The World We Live In.
How little do we know of this
The world in which we live
The things that go on around us
Are as water through a sieve
The killings and the wars go on
The torture and the pain
Dictators rise and fall like plums
While the bombs they fall like rain