That message of human anguish writ large
in the horror-haunted eyes, the bereft mouth
wrapped in disbelief, the cries of desolation
at the loss of life precious beyond life
itself of the bereaved, wracked by pain
and guilt at survival, willing to surrender
his own for the renewal of his dead children
his wife, sends shudders of compassion down
the onlooker's spine and the hot flush of
relief that this loss takes place in a war-torn
country far from their own -- yet the bond of
humanity's universal urge to cling to the last
rare resource of life-breath urges the
compassionate to extend from their mind
to that of the stricken man's a faint ribbon
of hope: Come here, we will give you haven
Here ... your future will be nourished...
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