We are rich with the balm of companionship, With the yield of the earth and the beauty thereof, We are blessed with the brilliance and spiritual goodness in man. We are the doers and the indebted. Pasty-skinned tots in tatters Scramble for pennies on Mexican flagstones. Italian boys bolt around street corners, Snatched break in tiny fists. A child's cry fades into unresponsive space.
Tears flow over ridges of cheekbones, Fall as dew in the night.
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