this is a poem by a palastinean if u know any American forums please post it there
thnx
>>Eye to Eye
>>By: Gihad Ali
>>
>>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.
>>E ach 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 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 that you know all about terrorism
>>But you don't know it the way I do.
>>So l et 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 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.