The tear that falls in Damascus
is the same tear that falls in Ferguson.
The tear that is left unwiped in Irbil
is the same tear left to dry in Guéckédou.
The tears flow from within
but the land remains parched.
The rivers of tears
erupt in hearts; flow unseen
out of eyes
and disappear into great caverns of
fear and mistrust and apathy
and they do not water the
seeds of hope.
Such are the lands on which
we all depend
and for which we weep.
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