I will tell you a story ..
A story that lived in the dreams of people ..
A story that comes out of the world of tents ..
Was made by hunger, and decorated by the dark nights
In my country, and my country is a handfull of refugees ..
Every twenty of them have a pound of flour ..
And promises of a relief .. gifts and parcels
It is the story of the suffering group
Who stood for ten years in hunger
In tears and agony ..
In hardship and yearning ..
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It is a story of a people who were misled
Who were thrown into the mazes of years
But they defied and stood
Disrobed and united
And went to light, from the tents,
The revolution of return in the world of darkness