Hope
When the worries of survival come rushing in your nights... have hope.
When you long for a companion to grieve with in this life... have hope.
When there's far too much darkness and far too little light... have hope.
But when there's far too little room for hope one MUST... have soap.
When the water is tainted and you long for a quench... have soap.
When rashes begin to peel and fungi begin to grow... have soap.
When you just went for a tinkle and you want a snack... have soap.
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