Brief van een vluchteling , voor Nederland

I wasn’t from another planet.
I didn’t come from a country far away.
I wasn’t without hands, without eyes, without feelings and emotions.
I’m an Arabic guy avoided by everyone around me. Asked to never take a step into the light and stay just as I am, doing nothing, keeping my mouth shut, keeping quite. Like we were born never to know the meaning of life, to be cut off from all our rights to it.

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