Danger

If I were running from the mob, this week,
Last week I would have carried you away,
I would have had your husband shot today,
And dumped his body in a shallow creek.
You might be frightened then, too scared to speak,
But I would reassure you. I would say,
"A word in someone's ear, and you can stay,
As long as you can answer back in Greek."

I know this probably doesn't sound right,
My attitude about ethnicity
Seems trivial, and rather too carefree,
But I know things, beyond vain hopes and spite.
I won't be running from the mob, tonight;
Your husband's not in danger. Now. From me.