For The Fear Of A Stranger

Peace to a stranger and death to a brother
Life to one stranger is death to another
And will he love you dearer than mother
No! He will loathe you, your victory smother

He will never love you - he will never know you!
He will never visit, his gratitude show you!
He'll demand recognition not just as another
He'll demand to rise to your equal, your master

Would he give his family for you
Would he give his love his land his life
Would he give you riches or just strife
And for him what else would you have to do
Feed him, clothe him, love him, loath him

Can't you see him in your life and place and home
Can't you see him asking for another loan
Can't you see him spitting in your face
Don't you now want to put him in his place

Peace to a stranger and death to a brother
Life to one stranger is death to another
And will he love you dearer than mother
No! He will loathe you, your victory smother.

Written when I was writing poems for my English anthology on 'Death and the fear of death' (subject chosen because it was a suitibly dramatic subject to churn out poems about).
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