whatever happens in cyclic life
it is not only good to question
it is necessary to know and act
investigative read hundreds
of snapshot perspective slices
of life become an experienced
translator humanitarian post
trauma conflict situations
learn know multiple realities
not all souls can face revisit
raw trauma sharp experiences
we sing many songs separate
souls vibrating spin hearts need
searching soul will ultimate transfixed find
return in minds resolute pin need
to ghost echoes of songs
exercising haunting siren
trauma infusing their souls
a man woman ready to face depths
of emotional agony intensity like iron
ore tortured in liquid blast furnaces
is ready to endure purification of soul.
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