Behind the Rafah crossing from Gaza into Egypt,
people line up with dreams to accomplish,
studies to pursue,
illnesses to treat.
But those not allowed to cross (and that is most)
are slowly dying.
The loss of freedom has made us like a dove without wings,
living life with no hope,
resigned to a painful surrender.
But the dove inside still lives, faintly fluttering.
Will it ever be able to fly?