We All Stood Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood for something,
while some stood for nothing.
Some of us stood voluntarily,
while some were forced,
because their hopes to full life were destroyed.
But we all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.

We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood to vote because it's our right,
while some stood because their rights were taken away.
Some of us stood to clear the names of the innocent,
from the chains of the injustices;
while some stood to register the names of the innocent
in the books of the injustices.
But we all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.

We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood to throw away resources,
which we no-longer needed in our causes;
while some stood to collect handouts,
and trash to live off in the outskirts.
Some of us stood to enter entertainment areas,
while some stood to enter hospitals,
which carried, in thousands, the beds of their deaths.
But we all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.

We all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.