We are the tear on the hungry child's cheek.
We are the callous on the old farmer's hand.
We are the wrinkle around the worried mother's eye.
We are the blister on the campesino's foot.
We are the yearning in the peoples hearts.
We are the cloth that wipes away the tear.
We are the hand that joins the work.
We are the word that brings courage.
We are the feet that walk beside the poor.
We are the heart of the people.
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown-eyed girl, 2020
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