The Stories Died for
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When a story is told,
passed by generations
father to son,
mother to child.
These stories need to be protected.
When the fires wreak hovok upon a city
we must race to libraries.
When the floods kill a person,
we must flee to the paper,
not the mountains.
For what is the point of living
if the people who live after us,
do not know of us?
They do not know what we have learned,
What we have won.
What we have lived for
What we have died for.