/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: Toufikkhyar https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-Toufikkhyar-48x48.jpg?cb=1523532461 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 don’t beg for charity at your door And I don’t 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