judge this red white and blue...lil palestine.'

[sYric-STiPHuLLa]

i don't know if ya'll seen this poem or not.. if u did read it again..

 

and if you didn't....

 

pay attention...

 

take it however you wanna?

 

this is from a lil'kid in the struggle ..

 

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Eye to Eye

By: Gihad Ali (a Palestinian youth)

 

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 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 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.

 

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 guns,

The bombs that fall outsid e 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 that 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 m y 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 there 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.

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