How long we have waited and watched and worked but we are treated with resentment and fear oppression in our own land and in our exile. We save our pennies and our tear and share them with our children, we fight back as we can, we keep our families together, when we can we dream of our land, what else we can we do?

After all these year, we are still a nation of refugees, a nation of prisoners; we are given gift of charity: shacks blankets, education, jobs but always at a cost. The cost is very dear, we dream of freedom, of our land of our family, we nurse our children on our dream