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 in your Cadillac.
My fear is that the tank that has just left
Will turn around and come back.

America do you realize
That the taxes 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, let me define the term for you.
And teach you what you thought you knew.

I've known terrorism for quite some time - 54 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 Palestine.
It's written on my breath.
So, in your own patriotic words
Give me liberty or give me death.