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Aug 2010
One by one they fall.
Looking for a hand to break the fall.
Looking for one another.
Looking for away to escape the pain.
Children cry, weep, and mourn.
As they see their love ones on the ground.

In a distance so far away.
People gather.
People unite.
People look into their hearts.
They hear the cries, and the pleads.
The pleads will be answered, and the cries will be smiles.

Medicine, food, clothes, and love.
Packed in containers.
Packed in boxes.
Packed in the hearts.
People that are rare sight to see.
They are all of us.
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
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Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
(United States)   
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