Refugee

'Refugee' by

We cross deserts,

we walk the line,

cross oceans

to find our way

from where we were

crushed and conquered,

tormented and tortured,

degraded and despised.

We are not a multitude,

merely a few

who stand before you

scarred with wounds

that will not heal.

Let us make a joyful noise

and lift our voices

to the heavens

that you may hear us

and see the Archangel

lift us in his hand

and give us to you.

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