There Must Be - III

There must be a person, a
Hand, an eye, there must
Be some comforting arms
To hold me when I cry, there
Must be some humanity
In the people that I meet, people
Who will not hurt, will
Not cause the knife thrown
The next pain borne. There
Must be warm skin, a
Voice of compassion, some
Kindliness that our
Kind have not lost, some
Kindliness that
Can be shown.
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