(Around a speech by Martin Luther King; for Yasser Arafat)
I have seen the promised land
In the shrunken face of a refugee
Camp. A land of milk and honey
Parched in the misery of Jenin.
We have seen the promised land
We have wept for it, and fought for it
We have bled for it, and killed for it
A fertile land with bitter fruits.
We have walked the promised land
And have lived in it lives denied
We have been fenced into it
And have been fenced out of it.
I have looked over to the promised land
A land flowing with milk and honey
And we as a people will get there
But I will not get there with you.