bound by the hour of birth
skin craving touch
instincts poised for survival
equal in every way
Yet worlds apart
Like twin stars
forming in separate galaxies
one destined to shine
the other, to vanish like a supernova
Two human beings —
tangled in human doings
wedged by disparate circumstances
one thrives on good, rich soil
the other languishes on dry, cracked land
— unlinked by one’s breath fading too soon.
Does survival have to depend on geography?
Is Somalia another opportunity to strengthen the bonds of humanity?
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