They are young

they are innocent.

They are childs like we used to be.

But they'll feel forever different,

cause they always gonna remember the walls and fences that were built around them.

The walls that kept them from visiting the sea everyday,

making friends in other villages, watching horses racing up the hill. The iron fences that was in some parts of Hebron portioning their sky probably has become invisible to them,cause it is their everyday reality. Just like starting to work by the age of 10 or even less.

There are  walls and fences that are guarded by men in green,alienated men who might not even want to be there. Men like you and me that probably just follow some of their orders. Orders that follow orders, that follow time , that follow laws that go back to time, time that was lost. Time that no one can ever capture or recall again. 

Where have we been today,

you and me. Everywhere we went, we were lucky to be free and healthy.


What is the world waiting for?

Who counts the bullets and the gold?

Where have we been tomorrow,

did we try to change something?


I hope for these kids to be forever free someday, in a world that is better than the one right now.


"A right delayed is a right denied.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.


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