World’s youngest country
I do not know you
But I hope for you
I have met your beautiful sons and daughters
And I wish them well
I have seen your sons in Egypt
Flown from death in their hometowns
Working, five to a giant shovel
Four grunting on the haft, one guiding the shovel with a rope
The new Jews of Egypt, enslaved
Waiting for their Moses
I have taught your sons and daughters
In classrooms in Canada in my hometown
Learning at dizzying speed
Going to school, getting jobs and citizenship
The new Canadians, free
Tired of waiting for life
World’s youngest country
I do not know you
But I hope for you
I have met your beautiful sons and daughters
Who return to your renewed soil
And I wish them well
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