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This poem is a salute to
the White Helmets of Syria.

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[INAUDIBLE]

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The road to paradise,
an avalanche of blood,

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swerved away from them.

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They hear a breath launch their
sirens through pile towers,

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blinding dust.

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Shovel through concrete
muffled moans, my eyes heed

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bodies snapped into silence.

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Blow my mouth into beaten
lungs, for even God

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had to light the clay
with his terrible breath.

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Hand slap the new
tender flesh, fingers

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retrieve a cry from the
throbbing umbilical cord.

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