Cracks in the pavement,mosquito bites
When my own blood runs,I don’t waste the sight
Ants on a tree trunk,busy all day
If you are grieving, with you I shall pray
We don’t know the future, we forget the past
For asylum seekers, we pray and we fast
For refugees starving, for the suffering lost
Give them attention, what does it cost?
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How my heart sings 
Love the tone, slow build, and final question raised. Well said!
Thank you very much,David