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If these fragile hands could craft the future of your children,
I would set a fire under every pair of Levi pockets,
The tears you've cried into your brand name shirt sleeve,
They will not make a dent in the universe,
They will not make the oceans rage against you,
They will not move mountains,
Even the blind have a voice,
Eyes have never made a masterpiece, carressed a loved one or
Helped someone in need.
 
Howling at the moon will not make it shine brighter,
Dry your tear stained name brand sleeve,
Take it off your back and give it away,
You have no need for such trivial things,
There exist,
HUMAN BEINGS,
Who have no faces,
Who have no names,
Who have no voice,
You do,
The power rests in our hands to craft a future our parents would be proud of. 

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