What a beautiful heart wrenching poem!!! Eye to Eye - by Gihad Ali Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. You dont see a damn thing, `cause you cant possibly relate to me. Youre blinded by our differences. My life makes no sense to you. Im the persecuted Palestinian. Youre the American red, white and blue. Each day you wake in tranquillity. 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 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. Im terrorized 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 terrorism for quite some time, fifty-four years and more. Its the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard. Its the bulldozer in front of my door. Terrorism breathes the air I breathe. Its the checkpoint on my way to school. Its 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, dont tell me you know about the things I feel and see. Im 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 well remain until the day our homeland is secure. And if that time shall never come, then you 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. Its written on my every breath. So in your own patriotic words, Give me liberty or give me death.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 04:57:42 +0000
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