( Gihad Ali )
Look into my eyes And tell me what you see
You don't see a darn 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 are 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 educationand 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 CadillacMy fear is the tank that just left, Will turn around and come back.
America, 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 gunsThe 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? I
s 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- four 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 America,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 here we'll remain Until the day OUR homeland is secure.
And if that time shall never come, Then they will never see a day of peace.
I will not be thrown from my own home, Nor will fight for justice cease.
And if I am killed, it will be for Falasteen.
It's written on my breath.
So in your own patriotic words, Give me liberty or give me death.