[Marxism] Poem

["Charles Brown" <cbrown@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

A forward

C
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Here's a poem written by a young Palestinian. It was read yesterday at the
rally in support of Palestinian prisoners. There is a worldwide fast going
on in opposition to the cruel treatment of these people in prisons and in
their homeland. I thought the poem was powerful and you would appreciate it.
Thanks, Bill


Eye to Eye, A Palestinian Poem
By: Gihad Ali

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see.
You don¹t see a damn thing,
?cause you can¹t possibly relate to me.

Blinded by our differences
My life makes no sense to you.
I¹m the persecuted Palestinian.
You¹re 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 I¹ll 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 realize
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 U.S. 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.
Terrorized in my own land
And I¹m the terrorist?

You think you know all about terrorism
But you don¹t know it the way I do,
So let me define the term for you,
And teach you what you thought you knew.

I¹ve known terror for quite some time,
Fifty-five years and more.
It¹s the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard.
It¹s the bulldozer outside my door.

Terrorism breathes the air I breathe.
It¹s the checkpoint on my way to school.
It¹s 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, don¹t tell me you know about
The things I feel and see.
I¹m 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 we¹ll 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 I¹m killed, it will be in Falasteen.
It¹s written on my every breath.
So in your own patriotic words,
Give me liberty or give me death.




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