Will I be Next?

Gardening, playing soccer, sipping tea It doesn’t matter where you may be, All they see Is a geography dominated by discord A nation racked by civil war A people doomed to hell. Will you be next? Who can tell? Going to prayers, washing your clothes, feeling great or feeling blue, It doesn’t matter what you may do. Nothing will stop a hellfire When it is aimed at you. All they pursue Is a training camp in the yoga session a bomb plot in the weekly poker game an armed convoy in the family caravan to the mall. Will they be next? Who can make that call? Sitting on the green, eating in the caf., washing dishes in the JS sink, It doesn’t matter what you may think All bodies start to stink After getting hit with a bomb. Your mom will cry Just like any other. Will I be next? So I have to try. Defending human rights, fighting for justice, fighting for an end It doesn’t matter if you’re think or thin Or the color of your skin, Or the nation you live in All they will see Is another protest Another activist Fighting for the world that may be. Will you be next To stand with me?