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World without politics

In Haiti
He invited us in for coffee
Sending his daughter to the market
To buy our supplies
Grandfather
While remonstrating about the truth and lies
Between first and third world countries
He stood me in his shoos

In Santo Domingo
He showered three times
With his long nose hair
As a welcome into his frugal lair
Rafael, your humility still stares me in the face
You overcame differences between culture and race
You are a man with amazing grace
Dressing me down with your dress up

In the Bahamas
His wife gave us bread
After he rode up drunk
On his bicycle
While we waited at the remote airport
All he could give was all his support
And a bed for the night
No name and his wife
We had no choice but to accept it
Without ever going back
To thank them
Beautiful people

In Zambia
With his macheted head
He still came to work
Even after voting for the wrong party
His enthusiasm matched the false start
Although his country was falling apart
I learned from his smile
Mateo
The distance of miracles is more than a mile
I remember you for your extemporaneous wile

In Colombia
His leg was shattered
That ten year old mattered
To me
In a life pretty much splattered
By a road accident
He knew what it all meant
And saved my life before it was spent
In a barrio, in the middle of the night
As the journey continued, I just held on tight
Andres
You little punk
I hope you're still alive

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