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You say you are close to the oppressed and brokenhearted.

Then you must be buried underneath the rubble,

Bled into the dusty streets,

Cried from hoarse dry throats.

Where were you when the walls fell?

You know each torn body,

You call them by name.

Where were you when the mountains rolled into the sea?

You hold each child,

You ache with hunger,

You weep.

--Anna