Maybe help?

ever heard of elegant trees
proud mountains that tower like pillars,
seas that control their tide,
a language that unites their tribes
wars that steal from mothers
their husband’s touch,
drums that remove lips
from the breasts of mothers and daughters,
and deep down, behind those clouds
where heaven sees and heaven knows all things,
heaven won’t lift a finger to save, to gather, or to keep?

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