Always Another Day

What do you do when you're thirsty and there's nothing to drink? Hungry, and there's no food?

What do hundreds of thousands do, in a city of millions, with so many dead and missing? What would you do, right now, in the port of princes?

Mon dieu, mon dieu, pourquoi ayez-vous abandoné moi?

You would hope that you were not forgotten, abandoned, alone.

When there are not enough tears, there is still hope, and faith in action.

There will always be another day to be silent.

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