I heard stern resolve in their young voices,
Saw the gentle dignity of their youth
Guide them past the empty shock of their loss
Towards the wakening of a stranger truth.
The world is full of weeping: yet we stand.
I can find no way to make this pain less.
We live and die, like trees eagles and moss.
Past Greed, the only mark we leave is Kindness.
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