Muddy Trenches
Out of the mud,
springs of solid souls come forth
smeared by the dirt,
but not stained with the stigma
in the vile sparks of inhumanity,
a wellspring of humanity is birthed
putting smiles on furrowed souls,
fiercely putting out the darkness
I am unabashed about the trenches,
from there staggering ingenuity sprouts!
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