Hundreds of bombs shake Gaza, leaving many dead and many more injured....The Israelis are Butchering the Most Beautiful ,courageous, amazing People... Eye to eye, a Palestinian poem Look into my eyes And tell me what you see. You dont see a damn thing, Because you cant possibly relate to me. Blinded by our differences My life makes no sense to you. Im the persecuted Palestinian. Youre the 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 Ill survive another day. Your biggest fear is getting that ticket As you cruise your Cadillac. My fear is the tank that left Will turn around to come back. Do you realise The tax you pay Fuels the trauma Of my every living day? Bulldozers and tanks, Gases and guns, Bombs that fall outside my door, Are due to US funds. Do you know the truth Of where your money goes? Media deceiving you� The truth that no one knows. You blame me for rejecting Zionist ways. Terrorised in my own land And Im the terrorist? You think you know all about terrorism But you dont know it the way I do, So let me define the term for you, And teach you what you thought you knew. Ive known terror for quite some time, Fifty-five years and more. Its the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard. Its the bulldozer outside my door. Terrorism breathes the air I breathe. Its the checkpoint on my way to school. Its the curfew that jails me in my home, And the penalties of breaking the curfew rule. Terrorism is the robbery of my land, And the torture of my mother, The imprisonment of my father, The bullet in my baby brother. So, dont tell me you know about The things I feel and see. Im terrorised 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 well remain Until the day our homeland is secure. If that day shall never come, Never will we see a day of peace. I will not be thrown from my own home, Nor will my fight for justice cease. And if Im killed, it will be in Falasteen. Its written on my every breath. So in your own patriotic words, Give me liberty or give me death. By Gihad Ali Via Green Left Weekly, October 13, 2004.
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