The Humanitarian
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Here I am.
Under the hot desert sun
A hope in my heart and a country in ruin
I am here for them, I remind myself
The music plays; I teach them the steps
Our feet move the earth, hands paint the sky
Jumping and turning, we sing our hearts out
The beams on their faces hide all the doubt
The fear
The pain
They have seen too much hate
and kept it locked up inside
till it boils to the rim but is forced to subside
and you have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
how do you let go?
And yet they move.
Move to the rhythm of nature
Bid hello to the baobab tree and smile at the rising sun
We are two different worlds, but the art brings us together
Like brother, like sister, we dance beneath the blue
while their blues
their doubts
their fears
they fade away
as they lose themselves in the music
This release, THIS is what the world needs
Let the repressed be addressed
The trauma
The horrors
The children
It can’t stop them from being able to succeed
They’ll let it out
They’ll put the worst aside
The release of inhibitions
The coming together as one.