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On World Humanitarian Day, we remember the humanitarians who have faced dearth to bring hope to those who need it most.
They recall–and salute.
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My mind recalls
Rubble piles, buildings distended
Your hand, lifting me
Above broken cobblestone
Beyond debris, sonic shells
And the thrusts of shame.
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Image threads
Of you lifting shattered cement
A voice of calm
Breaking bread.
Stitching my brokenness
Binding.
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You reflect
Mental mirrors
Across crises.
Not in name, but in deed.
It transcends
Over worn walls,
And tattered time.
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Visions
Not mine
And Humanity’s voice,
Thunderous–
Unnamed–
Timeless–
Boundless.
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My mind recalls
A world
A heart
Whole
That lives
Beyond
Dearth.
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