Write down:
I am an Arab
And my ID number is 50,000
I got eight kids
And the nineth is due after the Summer
So will you be mad?
Write down:
I am an Arab
And I work along my labour buddies in a stone quarry
And I got eight kids
I secure them bread, clothing, and notebooks
Hacked out from the rocks
And I dont beg for charity at your door
And I dont lower myself at the footsteps of your court
So will you be mad?
Write down:
I am an Arab
I am a name without an epithet
Patient in a country where everything
has a tantrum
My roots
Were deeply entranched before the birth of time
And prior to the ushering of eras
Before cypresses and olive trees
And even before the grass grew
My dad hails fro
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