I do not ask for pity
Just think for awhile
Hey my friend
I'm just a kid like you
Once I had home …but it's now taken
Once I had a brother but he is now Martyr
And my mother … you don't know my mother
Every mother in my country is my mother
Once I had the whole earth.. But now?
أبحث عن لقمة كي أعيش ..
I look for a morsel to survive
I do not ask for pity
Just think for awhile
My father there.. Like my dream … like my heart …captive
So would you help me??
Or I'm just alone conversing with conscience??
*******
Hey.. Zionist... This is a page of your life... You are the teacher... And we witness
That your pupils are faithful to your teachings
And the pupil could beat his teacher...
But no matter how you try to humiliate me..
And whatever you could do to me
Just look and check ..
Does my humiliation end the case???
You should know
I am rejecting humiliation.. Rejecting your existence
Are you delighted in watching me???
Oh man, where did you get this hatred ??
What religion do you have faith in???
Oh, I forgot
Would people like you have religion like others???
Do not laugh .. I heard you are smart
Do you know who I am???
I `m your nightmare that would not allay..
I'm from Palestine ..
*******
We won't forget
Your tears
Your groans
Your Sorrows
Your Martyrs
Swear we won't forget
The story of a house that the owner left and didn't come back
Cactus that did not end
A witness to the crime
A tree longing nostalgic
And my son's name is a memory on the wall of my house
A story of roots and origins ..
Story of a people
Or disgrace of a nation
Her eyes said
Come on
I'll tell you about it
About its Olives
And its roots
About its Cactus
About its almonds
About its children
Its old men
And its women
The way of its salvation
Is the faith of its sons
Oh kid, your eyes are terrorists
drawing a bed over the loaf
dreaming of a Cup of water
Not poisoned by bleeding
And a seat in the class
did not get bombing, ,or pavement headache
your looks are terrorists
Staring at the invaders: Get out of our iris
of our time to the end of time
we will wash the soil of your steps
Clean up the morning of your look
And sow the plains with Anemone
your tears are terrorists
falling down over your martyr brother's face
Drawing your captive father
The homeless bosom of your mother
Defying Orphan hood, bursting
bringing color to purple
warmth to orange
And air to chrysanthemum
Preparing to be an orphan in the orphan time
your tears kid are terrorists
Your lips are terrorists
Repeating every while songs of the earth
Kissing the face of the sky
Saying prayers before sleep
And when they scream
Of a shot stole the word of God from your lungs
Here is when peace comes
Your hands are terrorists
Carrying great alienation on your tiny back
Groans of houses and captive village
And raise to the sky what the prophets said
And enlightening wisdom
carrying a house Amid the rubble
in an Immigrant bag
Your bags are terrorist
In which you blockade time
And pick up what place say to an other
We have sand on imagination shore
And a plain in which lie gardens of compassion
A bag for water and Thyme
And a bag changed titles of lessons to titles of stone
One on your back
And the other is growing on your chest
If you get delighted, a bird comes on your head to play
To bite your dream
To cut your thoughts
And you become under the rubble of humiliation
Your lips kid are terrorists
And your legs are terrorist
Chasing life in fission of death
In Clusters of bombs
In Tremors of the ears
Looking for a land with out fire
Your parent's kid is terrorists
Hugged of missing each other
Then you were flower
And you become ember
Oh kid, your eyes are terrorist
ً
Eyes knew crying early
If you see glow in their eyes
Fiery volcano, or Neigh, you would know them
Kids hugging the sun
And it doesn't burn them
Singing full throats
A million no … million no
Waiting for the knight
Mom, where is my dad
He didn't come back.
Waiting for who dare to release tying.
Dad, why are you silent? Come with us.
Angel and martyr, pardon me these are names of those innocents
Our weapon is hard stone
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