Rests in its welcoming,
One fights it off with every ounce of strength,
Despite being buried,
Then cheers arise from the mass of hopefuls,
Lauding resiliency,
Voices raised up in thanks to man and god,
Drowning out the wailing of refugees,
The distant murmurs of the dispossesed,
Lying in the next street,
Hundreds of thousands gone before this line,
E'en mentions the elite,
Who defy death,
As long as science helps,
Research that could be used to save millions,
Drawn by the profits of aesthetic health.
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