Back of the Line
I've been waiting so long
For just some food to eat
That I can barely feel my hands,
My lips, my feet are so tired
From standing in line for
Far too long and I don't think
I will ever get anything
Until I take a stand and
Yell out what I want...
I want to be heard,
I want to be recognized,
I want someone to see
How long I have been waiting
Just to get a piece of bread
Or a cold cup of water...
When is someone going to see
All the times I let the person
In the back cut ahead of me-
All the sacrifices I made to
Make sure he had something to eat-
That he was first instead of me...
When is it going to be my turn
To leave the back of the line?
When is someone going to serve me?
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