We breathe in the air that rushed through their lungs
We breathe in the atoms that were their bodies
We slip our feet into sea
that touches all land
We feel the same sun on our skin
as the people who die
as the people who kill
as the people who wait
as the people who order
as the people who obey
as the people who do nothing
as the people who sing
as the people who love
as the people who hate
as the people who are bewildered
as the people who grieve
as the people who accept
as the people who struggle
as the people who cry and laugh and wonder in awe
as the people who have nothing
as the people who want more
as the people who want no more
as the people who want peace
We feel the same sun on our skin
The same air in our lungs
You and I
A link to a silent moving image.
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