She never raised a voice for human rights.
She slept on public benches in the summer--
In basement shelters on cold, winter nights.
She never held a sign and demonstrated.
She moved no one to action with her words,
But in the park each day, by roaring traffic,
She knelt to share her bread crumbs with the birds.
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