Browse 115 quotes about Humanitarian Poetry.
“No conviction ought to be final except assimilation.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Poetry, my nationality,
words, my brethren.
To the world I'm monsoon,
for inside I'm barren.”
Source: Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood
“Languages come easy to me,
Cultures come easy to me,
Scriptures come easy to me,
Science comes easy to me.
You know why? Because there is no me,
only the mission of undivided humanity.”
Source: Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World
“Mental Por El Mundo (The Sonnet)
Mental por el mundo,
Mental por la gente!
Sin mentalidad de servicio,
No podemos seguir adelante.
Some are mental por dinero,
Some are loco por la ropa.
Let them be as they please,
Estoy loco por la humanidad.
A promise was once made,
He asked me to unify the world.
Ever since, I have been on duty,
My life isn't mine but of the world.
If I fail, you cross off one human.
If I succeed, you witness civilization.”
Source: Mukemmel Musalman: Kafir Biraz, Peygamber Biraz
“People are the truth of life,
Not some beliefs and biases.
People are the magic of my words,
People are the center of my poetries.”
Source: Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission
“Neighborhood Humanitarian (The Sonnet)
They ask me, why do I never run out of ideas!
It is because I never dwell in one culture.
Sometimes I'm North American, sometimes Latino,
Sometimes I'm South Indian, sometimes I am Turk.
When I run low on charge, I listen to Español,
When my sight gets foggy, I watch Cary Grant.
Whenever I feel homesick, I listen to some Telugu,
Whenever my heart bleeds, I run straight to Turkey.
It is sort of a perpetual motion engine,
I empower the cultures, the cultures empower me.
If I am the world's not-so-secret hometown human,
The world is my secret to my infinite electricity.
How, do you think, I became the neighborhood
humanitarian to every single person on earth!
It's because I never glorified one culture over another.”
Source: Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission
“The universal reason is love,
The universal faith is love.
All else is but a faint echo,
Driving us away from love.
Taking the echo for the source,
the living heart turns bitter stone.
The sky above knows no east and west,
only the bugs beneath insist on separation.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“Life begins where labels end,
World begins where nations end.
Society begins where hate ends,
Peace begins where prejudice ends.”
Source: Corazon Calamidad: Obedient to None, Oppressive to None
“Real Human (The Sonnet)
You are either pro-guns,
or pro-human, you cannot be both.
You are either against abortion,
or pro-life, you cannot be both.
You are either intolerant,
or religious, you cannot be both.
You are either anti-semite,
or sapiens, you cannot be both.
You are either homophobic,
or human, you cannot be both.
You are either islamophobic,
or civilized, you cannot be both.
Tolerating intolerance is sign of an animal.
Integration is what makes humanity human.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Mi casa no es su casa, porque no tengo casa. Mi casa eres tú, yo soy tu casa. When each human becomes home to another, that is the birth of an impossible esperanza.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Outside The Museum (The Sonnet)
Enough with, patria o muerte*!
Enough with, god save the queen!
Enough with, heil hitler!
Enough with, o say can you see!
Bronze age beings yell about national glory,
Stone age beings yell about religious glory.
Electric beings got no time for such make-believe,
On their shoulders walks the present of humanity.
There is no earth till all roots combine,
Till we crave for each other all roots are chains.
Museums add perspective on the direction of life,
But to spend a life in museum is life lost in vain.
Enough with vande mataram**,
it's time for vasudhaiva kutumbakam***.
To hell with nation, culture and tradition,
civilization awaits outside the museum.
(*homeland or death, *hail the motherland, ***world is family)”
Source: Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans
“Not Yankeestan, Not Turkistan, Not Hindustan, what's needed is Aşkistan, what we gotta be is, citizens of aşk, love, amor and sarang.”
Source: Divane Dynamite: Only truth in the cosmos is love
“Time to Bury All Divide (The Sonnet)
It's time we bury the nationality nonsense,
Person is known by their behavior not nation.
It's time we bury the holy book nonsense,
Person becomes holy by compassion not religion.
It's time we bury the representation nonsense,
Social reform starts with civic duty not delegation.
It's time we bury the intellectualism nonsense,
Society is civilized by heart not cocky argumentation.
It's time we abolish the royalty nonsense,
Humans are known by behavior, animals by bloodline.
It's time we dissolve all moronity of hierarchy,
True advancement lies in the abolition of divide.
Even the mighty sun doesn't differentiate
between first world and third world humanity.
It is only the lowly beings who can't help
but practice some good old exclusivity.”
Source: Mucize Misafir Merhaba: The Peace Testament
“My Dear Nazi (The Sonnet)
My dear nazis old and new,
While there is time change your view.
If I get my hands on you,
No savior will do nothing for you.
I am unarmed, I am unbent,
Yet on my conviction you can't make a dent.
You may need guns to hide your impotence,
As for me, my backbone is my source of strength.
Exclusivity and supremacy belong in stoneage,
Society is modernized only with expansion.
Monocultural glorification is a moronic habit,
Human is born when all tribalism is abandoned.
Nazi dear, nazi dear, enough with domination!
Come this way, hold my hand, I am your absolution.”
Source: Bulldozer on Duty
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 57
Dreams that we witness in sleep, ain't no dream,
Real dream is the one that doesn't let us sleep.
Only when mindful martyrs work without blink,
Rest of the world has a peaceful sleep.
I have been sleepless ever since I came of age,
Such is the madness of the dream of assimilation.
The thought of rest rarely enters my mind,
No matter how much the climb causes desolation.
No dream comes to fruition without restless nights,
No sun ever rises without first crossing darkness.
No mortal ever turns immortal without self-sacrifice,
No world is ever beautified without martyr's madness.
Enough with the snobbish nonsense of dream analyzing!
All know sleepwalking, now let ‘em witness dreamwalking!”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“World is My Family (The Sonnet)
Family is the world to everybody,
But to me the world is my family.
In the life of a true human,
Raising a wall is but blasphemy.
If the world is Juliet, I'm her Romeo,
If the world is Romeo, I'm his Juliet.
Amidst the storms of hate and hurt,
I am but an anchor of love and lenience.
I'll hide the world in my heart if necessary,
To provide sanctuary is the heart's purpose.
The struggle of this human will continue,
Till all drives of hate are memories of the past.
So I say again, my world is my responsibility.
Beware my dear bigots, I'm injurious to inhumanity!”
Source: Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting
“Poet of A Planet (The Sonnet)
I am not the poet of a nation,
I am the poet of a planet.
I don't do just one culture,
Assimilation is the prime tenet.
Hence my work repels nationalists,
Like the sun repels the nightcrawlers,
While it attracts expanding beings,
Like the amazon attracts explorers.
If you wanna hear how great your culture is,
Go read some fundamentalist fiction.
I don't write for prehistoric barbarians,
To put it bluntly, I write for modern humans.
I repeat, I'm not the poet of a single nation.
I am but the living proof of amalgamation.”
Source: Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting
“No Slave to Culture (The Sonnet)
What do you take me for - a street dog!
Slave to one religion, one nation, one culture!
Dinosaur here - wherever I lay my eyes,
Becomes my nation, my religion, my culture!
To add nationality to my name is to vilify my name,
Sectarianism and nonsectarianism don't go together.
To add exclusive ethnicity to my work is a violation,
Barbarism can't define the spirit of a human sonneteer.
Days of single nationality, single religion are gone,
It's the age of universal nationality and religion.
In this civilized age, human nationality is humanity,
Human religion and culture are love and compassion.
Exclusive ethnicity is a sign of a backward society.
Expand across the one imposed, and there'll be harmony.”
Source: Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 33
There is no lord almighty, only human almighty,
No magic and mysticism, only nature and oneness.
There are no ten commandments, only one,
Compassion has no religion, character has no race.
There’s no law above life, life alone is the supreme law,
And stagnant law does more harm than action illegal.
There is no holy trinity, only humanity up on its toes,
It is always the human mind playing the triangle.
No more dogmas, no more doctrines and manifestos,
Let us be forthright 'n just foster the spirit of affection.
Once we learn to celebrate each other's existence,
There won't be any need for artificial occasion.
Awake, arise o dynamite, blow up all old paradigm.
Don't fight it, or cuss it, just overwhelm it with your lifeline.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 39
The more I write the more I realize,
The inane limitations of language.
Never be a stickler for terminology,
It only impedes your humanness.
If anything, try to set humanity free,
From the bounds of words 'n speech.
Let the world know who you are,
But without being a linguistic leech.
Behavior alone defines a person,
Make behavior your background.
Neither culture, nor geography,
It's only in action that identity is found.
Unfold your today beyond your yesterday,
Or else, there'll be no tomorrow, only decay.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 96
Only a few understand the language of intellect,
Then most of them arrogantly boast and trod.
But from the tallest mountain to tiniest grass,
Everyone understands the language of love.
I've practiced all faith 'n ideology for a brief period,
And I accept all of them to be equally human.
That is why everyone thinks of me as their very own,
Everyone thinks, I am their own school’s person.
I have no sect of my own, yet I am in every sect,
I have no school of my own, yet I am in every school.
One who loves, loves all no matter their label,
And finds a reflection in all beings including the fool.
There is no two, but only One that there ever is.
All separation is the sign of a spirit selfish.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Explode With Love (The Sonnet)
When the heart explodes with love,
The world implodes with peace.
When the eyes explode with oneness,
All divisions will begin to ease.
The road to an undivided society,
Goes through an undivided heart.
Be one with everyone and everywhere,
Shatter all habits that make you part.
There's no division that can't be conquered,
The question is not of possibility but intent.
All is right when intention is right,
All are one when the heart is unbent.
Devotion to one culture diminishes humanity.
Devote yourself to the world, and lo pours harmony.”
Source: Either Reformist or Terrorist: If You Are Terror I Am Your Grandfather
“Civil Sanity
(Sonnet 1631)
You know what the problem is!
We question love
more than we question hate.
We question humility
more than we question arrogance.
We question benevolence
more than we question biases.
We question integrity
more than we question deceit.
We question curiosity
more than we question prejudice.
We question character
more than we question cowardice.
Problem is, we question humanity
more than we question inhumanity.
Grow out of such prehistoric normalcy,
and the world will encounter civil sanity.”
Source: Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
“Naskar and Abi (The Sonnet)
Ask me about the strangest secrets of human behavior,
I would ramble on and on without stopping for hours.
But try to make small talk with me as a cold stranger,
And I would struggle to put a single thought in words.
Only force that breaks my autistic barrier is attachment,
I only remember of one person with whom I could be me.
When she left I let the God complex blow at full throttle,
So that Naskar survives even if nobody gets to see Abi.
Perhaps that is why without even knowing I invented Abi,
So that the real Abi finds expression, at least in fiction.
Thus, if and when the strain gets too heavy I could escape,
The vastness of Naskar, without escaping the conviction.
There is no rock of ages without some everyday weakness.
It is the weakness that keeps us grounded as sapiens.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Be A Tesla (The Sonnet)
In a world full of Elon Musks,
Be a Dan Price.
Use entrepreneurship to instill equity,
Not as a vessel of disparity's vice.
In a world full of Jordan Petersons,
Be a Jiddu Krishnamurti.
Use intellect to expand perception,
Not to turn back the clock of primitivity.
In a world full of Donald Trumps,
Be a Dolly Parton, be an Ocasio-Cortez.
Use fame and politics to alleviate anguish,
Not to feed on people's distress.
Let others adore the crook Edison all they wanna.
You for one be a Marie Curie, be a Nikola Tesla.”
Source: High Voltage Habib: Gospel of Undoctrination
“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 31
Progress is a messy term,
Which in theory means ascension.
But in practice it means serving the wealthy,
And to hell with the rest of the humans!
When reckless monkeys start making rockets,
They behave like some fancy junkie.
When nuts and bolts hypnotize the apes,
Equity, justice and honor feel secondary.
Traditions have been ruling human behavior,
Now technology has cast a spell on society.
Just like mindless traditions are dangerous,
Heartless technology is injurious to humanity.
Traditions and technology both can be a boon,
Yet as of today, they sustain a world of fools.”
Source: Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth
“Someone asked me the other day, do I like to write prose better or poetry? To which I can only say - both are fundamental to my works. In fact, I started out with prose, as you might remember - and my most invigorating ideas came to this world in the form of prose. Along the way, I felt a craving for poetry, so quite on a whim I wrote the first sonnet. Suddenly an entire new horizon opened up to me. Eventually prose and poetry became equally potent carrier of my ideas - they became complimentary to each other - they became supplementary to each other. However, I do admit, as I grow older, I'm getting more and more drawn towards poetry as my primary vessel.”
Source: Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat: Pani, Agua, Water, It's All One
“I am not a poetry factory, I am humanitarian poetry factory,”
Source: World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
“I am not a poetry factory,
I am humanitarian poetry factory,
I'm not what's normally called poetry,
I'm a new paradigm of inoculating poetry.
I am inoculation against hate,
I am inoculation against rigidity.
In a world infested with etymologies,
I am living testament to impossible inclusivity.”
Source: World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
“Real Third World (The Sonnet)
Third world countries are not,
Those from Asia and Africa.
Some of the real third world countries,
Are our United States and Russia.
It is behavior that makes the person,
It is behavior that makes the nation.
Worth of a nation lies not in currency,
But in their sense of assimilation.
A civilized nation doesn't say,
We are the greatest nation on earth.
Only the underdeveloped yells around,
We are the nation supreme, all others are dirt.
A first world country is born of first world citizens.
A citizen becomes first world by defying all divisions.”
Source: Bulldozer on Duty
“Drunkenness of alcohol ruins life,
Drunkenness of scripture ruins society.
Drunkenness of ideology ruins the world,
Drunkenness of nationality ruins humanity.”
Source: Vande Vasudhaivam: 100 Sonnets for Our Planetary Pueblo
“When the heart explodes with love,
The world implodes with peace.
When the eyes explode with oneness,
All divisions will begin to ease.”
Source: Either Reformist or Terrorist: If You Are Terror I Am Your Grandfather
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 100
All meditate on symbols,
I meditate on people.
Most worship fictitious deities,
I worship those branded unliftable.
People are my almighty,
Oneness is my religion,
Division is degradation,
Unification is illumination.
All is possible for a human who's responsible,
Only the indifferent make excuses.
Possibility is born of responsibility,
Not of whining, praying and limbless wishes.
Real and unreal, put all these talk aside.
Let us be civilization, let us be lifelight.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“I don't know how to write poetry, because I am the poetry.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“I am too busy to waste time discussing people,
People who can't tell suffering from inconvenience.
My people are the meek, my people are the destitute,
My people are those too hungry to pass judgment.”
Source: Amor Apocalypse: Canım Sana İhtiyacım
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 85
Enough with leaving this world,
In the hands of old fuddy-duddies.
Mark you, I ain't talkin' about age,
I am talkin' about mental maturity.
Long enough we've allowed tradition,
To wreak havock on our precious planet.
It's time for reason and nonrigidity,
To stand up and take charge, all unbent.
Inhumanity persists in our world,
Because the humans give a consensual wave.
It's time for the grown-ups to grow up and,
Redeem reins from those with both feet in the grave.
Ancient relics belong in museum, not in driver's seat.
It's for the young of head 'n heart to get the society lit.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 4
Raise your power in silence,
Become a dynamite of resilience.
Head high and chest emboldened,
March on with uncorrupt conscience.
Be the heart that loves and lifts,
Be the hand that shares might.
Feel the talk and talk the feel,
Be the mirror of sight beyond sight.
Be the first when no one comes,
Be the last when all are gone.
Be the one who sits not still,
Be the rays of a dutiful dawn.
You are the order you seek outside.
To be human is to put coldness aside.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 8
Give me a spark of your nerves,
I'll turn it into thunder strike.
Give me a tremor of your lips,
I'll turn it into landslide.
Give me a teardrop of your eyes,
I'll turn it into tsunami.
Give me the sweat of your labor,
I'll turn it into hydroelectricity.
Give me a beat of your heart,
I'll turn it into an earthquake.
Give me a touch of your fingers,
I'll turn it into society’s duct tape.
Ingredients of reform are born of your veins.
Renounce your apathy and reform will rain.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 32
Don't wait up for destiny to happen to you,
Stand up and be the destiny of the world.
I didn't wait for the world to happen to me,
I stood up and happened to the world.
Sit no more holding out for a magical messiah,
All the world's magic is just human creation.
Magic is just code for human determination,
There is nothing paranormal, only dedication.
No more bowing in front of the altar of tradition,
Be a radical star and explode for your purpose.
Your light shall live on in people's memory,
As you pour out all life for the good of others.
Destiny and fate are constructs of fear and insecurity.
Conquer your fears and rise as the human almighty.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“The Gentalist Sonnet
I only ask one thing of my soldier – everything!
Give up all, so that those with nothing receive life.
What can I give to thee, except for this life of mine,
Says the brave gentalist across all personal strife.
Gente means people, and people are the music of life.
Love the people, lift the people, people are the way.
Not your people, not my people, it's all one people.
Once you feel it in your bones, uplift is on its way.
I don't believe in a messiah, I don't believe in a god,
‘Cause I’m far too accountable for my society, my world.
Thus speaks the gentalist, burning with a sense of duty,
Thus speaks the living aid, who ain’t no mythical lord.
If a chunk of alum can purify a bucket of putrid water,
Your heart can purify the world with its gentalist power.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“Peygamber Undercover
(Sonnet of Accountability)
Everywhere I look, there's apocalypse!
Everywhere I look, there's inhumanity!
We have slept like a log long enough!
It's time for the human to embody humanity!
Still if you ask out of fear and insecurity,
What can you one person do to bring change!
Mark my words, if you are really determined,
You could part the ocean with sheer intent.
You have the power to turn this ailing world,
Into a world of laughter and loveliness.
The question is, are you a responsible human,
Or just another crummy vessel of recklessness?
Whatever the trouble may be, you are the answer.
In this difficult time, you are peygamber undercover.”
Source: Find A Cause Outside Yourself: Sermon of Sustainability
“Service Over Selfies Sonnet
Awake, Arise O Timelords,
Oh makers and breakers of destiny!
Give this world accountability,
And time will give you immortality.
I don't want your shallow folllows,
I do not want your fancy likes.
Reach out as friend to someone in need,
That'll be my life's greatest prize.
Social media stats are no sign of character,
Fan following is no measure of a being.
Service over selfies, that is the motto,
Helping over hogging, that is living.
Life begins with the end of self-obsession,
Life self-obsessed is nothing but excretion.”
Source: High Voltage Habib: Gospel of Undoctrination
“No Priest No Prostitute (The Sonnet)
In my eyes there is no priest,
No prostitute, only people.
In my eyes there is no pope,
No pedestrian, only people.
In my eyes there is no royalty,
No subject, only people.
In my eyes there is no leader,
No follower, only people.
There is no intellectual,
No layman, only people.
In my eyes there is no superior,
No inferior, only people.
Hierarchy is malarkey maintained by fools.
Oneness maketh civilization across silly schools.”
Source: Either Reformist or Terrorist: If You Are Terror I Am Your Grandfather
“Dar Mano, Ser Humano (The Sonnet)
Kafir Biraz, peygamber biraz!
İyi insan olmak için ikisi de lazım.
Kısmet to some, kıyamet to some!
That's how we come to life beyond all ism.
Diablo para algunos, santo para algunos.
It's all our mess, so las respuestas somos.
Fairytales work best when vegetables sleep.
Pero te digo hoy - dar mano, ser humanos.
Infidel to some, gospel to some!
That's the cross a reformer got to bear.
The Nazarene already did his bit for the world.
It's time for new humanitarians to give a shoulder.
We are the message, we are the messenger.
Kabhi hum kafir, kabhi peygamber.”
Source: Divane Dynamite: Only truth in the cosmos is love
“High Voltage Sonnet
Once upon a time I said to thee, Awake, Arise,
Stop not till thou write thy destiny!
Two score later I said to thee,
Give me blood, and I'll give thee liberty!
Time passed and some life got much fancier but,
Division and disparity remain ever so horrid.
We have made great strides on the outside yet,
In the mental domain we remain ever so brutish.
A twenty watt brain once accountable,
Electrifies the universe.
But when selfish and indifferent,
Even 20 million of them cannot do diddly-squat.
Fetch those cables from your spinal cord,
Awake, arise, and electrify this dampened world!”
Source: High Voltage Habib: Gospel of Undoctrination
“Qatar & The West (The Sonnet)
All of a sudden the entire west is peeved at Qatar,
Because only the west has exclusive rights to exposure.
All of a sudden we care about the migrant workers,
The Afghans, Palestinians and Kashmiris no longer matter.
Human rights issue here is, we don't care about human rights,
We only care about filling the air with hypocrisy and mania.
Our poster boy just dumped half his new workforce as garbage,
We buy Oscar, ditch Batgirl, and we diss Qatar for buying FIFA!
We are just peeved that the Arabs are showing off for a change,
Sure it's unacceptable, since showing off is a western tradition.
Yes, it's true that the Middle East reeks with human rights issues,
But it is also teeming with passion beyond western comprehension.
If you really care about human rights stick to a cause for more than a fortnight.
Otherwise keep your trap shut, lest you open and be proved a privileged white.”
Source: Himalayan Sonneteer: 100 Sonnets of Unsubmission
“Love-Abiding Law (The Sonnet)
Love is the master-key to social troubles,
Law is but an inferior and cheaper stand-in.
Instead of obsessing over cooking up more law,
Let's shift the focus on loving and caring.
Do you think love is nothing but a commercial object,
With your olympian authority which you can legalize!
Who do you think you are that you'll legalize order!
You can legalize toys, telephones, not love and light.
Know your place, o puny apes, on a puny little blue dot,
Before standing as authority bearing your badge of law.
There are more things in the vastness of time and space,
Than dreamt up in your paleolithic construct of law.
An ounce of love brings more change than a 100 pounds of law.
What we need is not law-abiding love, but love-abiding law.”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“The helper is the herald,
the lifter is the light.
In a world with double vision,
selflessness is the only sight.”
Source: Divane Dynamite: Only truth in the cosmos is love
“Sacrifice is my illumination,
Servanthood is my sultanet.
People are the reason of my life,
I got too much electricity to sit and wait.”
“Fabric of Stars (The Sonnet)
Rise or fall doesn’t matter,
If you've helped a few people.
Live or die doesn’t matter,
If you've helped a few people.
The point of life is not to live,
Any more than it is to just eat.
The point of life is to lift lives,
In their smile is victory, in tears defeat.
To win over enemies is ridiculously easy,
To win over hearts is the real act of valor.
Muscles wither, clothes get torn to pieces,
Valor and virtue can’t be bound by no graveyard.
Graves are for animals and gutter-crawling worms.
Helpers get forever etched upon the fabric of stars.”
Source: The Gentalist: There's No Social Work, Only Family Work