The Terrible Ones Are Back

What will you do when the terrible ones come

Rounding up people in the dark of night

The woman who brings your coffee each day

Wondering, waiting, living in fright.

Young children open the doors to their homes

Only to find they’re alone and afraid.

Train cars and buses filled to the brim

Off to camps about which we’d only read

What will you do when the terrible ones come

Rounding up neighbors, classmates, and friends

Snatching workers from factory and field

Crashing America so your hate can be fed