Terror Poem

Why must they look at them that way? 
They aren't all bad, are they? 
Why do you pick them out from a crowd? 
Don't you have any respect? 
We are just people getting from place to place.
Why must you always assume, that all of us are bad? 
We didn't do anything wrong. 
Why do they stare? 
You're not better than the rest of us. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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