Two scary guys

A ragged panhandler sits, clothes dirty and torn, a poorly lettered cardboard sign on the sidewalk. You cross to the other side of the street, just to be safe.

Then there approaches a man in a suit and a scowl on his face, mixed with fear, as if he has a bomb strapped to his heart, the button under his own thumb, and you cross back to the other side.

Who are you afraid of?

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A ragged panhandler sits,

clothes dirty and torn,

with a poorly lettered cardboard sign,

on the sidewalk.

You cross to the other side of the street,

just to be safe.

Then there approaches a man in a suit

and a scowl on his face,

mixed with a little fear,

as if he has a bomb strapped to his heart,

the button under his own thumb,

and you cross back to the other side.

Who are you afraid of?