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Gaza Gaza, Don't You Cry
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Complete, First published Jul 25, 2014
Thousands of innocents die every day in Palestine. Their lives are being stolen from them unceremoniously, from innocents, from little kids that could have grown up and made a difference. I am not from Palestine, nor do I have any family in Palestine, but everyone there is a human being, just like me. This is not only about Palestinians, but also about Humanity.

Short poem of encouragement for Palestinians.>>>>
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