Human kind is an odd thing
in the wake of disater
we spring into action
not caring for our own safety
we give what we have regardless
always seeming to scrap enough togather
we open our homes to complete strangers
we break bread with people who have lost everything
men and woman rushed into two burning buildings on a day in September of 01
most knowing they wouldn't make it out alive
those men and women died hero's
just as those who gave their lives to take a plane heading to D.C. down
knowing they wouldn't make it they died hero's
the coast was awash with death in 05 many pairshed in the storm and floods that followed
and yet in the wake of it all
those people gave it all
even when they lost everything
On May 8,07 a twister leveled a little town in Kansas
People came from all around just to help out
things may always change
but through out history
our kind have always taken care of one another
the human spirit is a strong will to bend
but in the darkest hours we shine our brightest
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem