Dragging his feet and scared,
He is not used to begging,
Has not seen or stepped into (C.E.S.),
He created a space
Between him and this place.
He's Lebanese..
Who's picked his sweat,
Spent his expatriation painstaking
And hard work.
I saw him standing anxious,
I asked,
He delayed with the answer:
- I'm just asking for a job,
I feel like I've been out of my body for long time,
Living silently,
The factories became sick of my face,
The sun is too bored to share my morning,
I want a job, any job,
To help me
And my family to survive.
Jobless,
Unemployed,
This encumbrance is killing me
Heavier than money's needs!!
.. They called him,
And tears came out of his shy eyes.
Death, he said,
But do not Say:
Move it, don't be lazy.
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