Look into my eyes And tell me what you see. You don't see a damn thing, 'cause you can't possibly relate to me. You're blinded by our differences. My life makes no sense to you. I'm the persecuted Palestinian. You're the American red, white and blue. Each day you wake in tranquility, No fears to cross your eyes. Each day I wake in gratitude, Thanking God He let me rise. You worry about your education And the bills you have to pay. I worry about my vulnerable life And if I'll survive another day. Your biggest fear is getting ticketed As you cruise your Cadillac. My fear is that the tank that just left Will turn around and come back. American, do you realize, That the taxes that you pay Feed the forces that traumatize My every living day? The bulldozers and the tanks, The gases and the guns, The bombs that fall outside my door, All due to American funds. Yet do you know the truth Of where your money goes? Do you let your media deceive your mind? Is this a truth that no one knows? You blame me for defending myself Against the ways of Zionists. I'm terrorized in my own land And I'm the terrorist? You think you know all about terrorism But you don't know it the way I do, So let me define the term for you, And teach you what you thought you knew. I've known terrorism for quite some time, Fifty-five years and more. It's the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard. It's the bulldozer in front of my door. Terrorism breathes the air I breathe. It's the checkpoint on my way to school. It's the curfew that jails me in my own home, And the penalties of breaking that curfew rule. Terrorism is the robbery of my land, And the torture of my mother, The imprisonment of my innocent father, The bullet in my baby brother. So American, don't tell me you know about The things I feel and see. I'm terrorized in my own land And the blame is put on me. But I will not rest, I shall never settle For the injustice my people endure. Palestine is our land and there we'll remain Until the day our homeland is secure. And if that time shall never come, Then we will never see a day of peace. I will not be thrown from my own home, Nor will my fight for justice cease. And if I am killed, it will be in Falasteen. It's written on my every breath. So in your own patriotic words, Give me liberty or give me death. |
We have developed this section to balance reporting in the U.S. The killing continues on both sides, yet our mainstream media focuses primarily on Palestinian acts of violence.
American taxpayers provide billions of dollars to Israel each year. We provide financial support, although substantially less, to the Palestinian people. We have an interest in assisting the peace process. There is constant public debate about attacking Iran for their alleged plans to develop nuclear weapons. Yet Israel secretly developed nuclear WMDs decades ago. The Middle East should be a "nuke free" zone. The U.S. must end its hypocritical policies. The rules must be the same for all sides. What we observe is a "tit-for-tat" continuation of violence. The U.S. must use our blessed position to bring all representatives to the table, and resolve this terrible dispute. |