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Apr 2014
Standing in a line that never ends
I wait my turn with so called disgrace
Everyone passes before me
My turn never comes
My legs  hurt,my nerves tense
Identity remains a dream
The cries of Palestine miles away I feel
Screams and shouts so near
But they can’t hear
I wish I knew how they speak
But for them I make no sense
For my language they can’t convey
A language of humanity, love and peace
Identity remains a dream
Oh Lord I kneel
Justice I plead
If guilty I’m judged
Freedom I seek
In shame I dwell
Rights are stolen
Dignity *****
A debt I can’t clear
A bill I can’t pay
It burns my heart
My legs hurt, my nerves tense
I stand in line
I wait my turn
But it never comes
Palestine remains a dream.
this poem was written after i tried to put myself in Palestinians' shoes and see the world from their perspective.
Written by
Danya  lebanon
   Simpleton, Lady Ju and SG Holter
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