Stranger in a Strange Land           
by John Flynn

 
The man on my bumper is flashing his dimmers
Cause I’m only doing ten over the limit
Too slow for his anger he gives me the finger
As he races by me a sad feeling lingers

 
I’m a stranger in a strange land
In this land where I was born
I feel like a stranger in a strange land
Just trying to get back home

 
She pushes her cart into line at the check out
She keeps her eyes low as he growls “Get the heck out!”
“We don’t want your kind here. Go back to your country!” 
She looks up and says, “This is where I come from” She’s

 
A stranger in a strange land
In this land where she was born
She feels like a stranger in a strange land
Just trying to get back home

 
We’re weren't always like this but learned fear and hatred from men with disdain for the things we held sacred
They nail Jesus Christ to their own gospel sequel
Cause what good’s a God who loves everyone equal?

 
When three black kids got shot this week in downtown Wilmington
No one cared because the gunman didn’t have a turban on

 
Some foundation crack let the empathy leak out
And their eyes grow narrow if you try to speak out
The things we believed in don’t mean as much to them
You feel so downhearted ‘cause you thought you knew them

 
Now they're just strangers in a strange land
In this land where you were born
You feel like a stranger in a strange land
Just trying to get back home
I’m trying to get back home

 
The man on my bumper is flashing his dimmers 

 
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