Blessed are those who resist, who give hope to a world seething for war;
for them, tomorrow exists.
Blessed are those on the front lines who take the bullets from the enemy,
for they become immortal.
Blessed are those who seek refuge and never reach the turnstile of safety,
for their humanity will be recognized.
Blessed are the children gathered in sweltering classrooms without supplies,
for they will know the difference between compassion and capitalization.
Blessed are the immigrants forced into the shadows,
for they will find home.
Blessed are the faithful and the faithless who walk together,
for they will be beacons of peace.
Blessed are we, when all we have left is hope in the rubble,
for then we will love, we save ourselves.