Thursday, April 02, 2009

Dancing with human rights...

she gave me her hand
when I needed a hand
I was running from the injustice
I have lived and seen
her hand was what I seeked
she is the only one
that can save us
the refugees and the poor
she is the daughter of the system
they are proud of her
here in the exile
we are less than humans
another race even less than the dogs
some of us have changed
instead of their black colour
they became different others
they see their brothers and sisters
they do not identify with them
they feel better
when they do that
the injustice
made me leave Africa
for a peaceful land
look what I found
rich and poor
black and white
and many many things
you can not build a wall between you and us
stop using us
stop abusing us
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