The world does not lack for storms.
It lacks for people who stay when the sky clears,
who mend, who teach, who remain.

Somewhere tonight a door opens
for someone with nowhere to knock,
and a promise made in 1949
is kept by hands like ours.

This is humanity, and it takes no sides.
It asks not who you are,
but how deep the wound is.

UNDER THE SIGN OF THE 1949 GENEVA CONVENTIONS