+1Your ghetto is ghetto but your ghetto ain’t ghetto as mines…
You aint seen what i seen of whats been seen with these seeing brown eyes…
Bullets aren’t louder then my free, tanks are not louder then my Palestine…
Only thing you do that makes me weak is hearing a mothers loud cries…
Martin Luther King had his dream and i have mines…
Murderer rapist thief terrorist I don’t know what to call you…
I got my back against your wall one day its gonna fall on you…
You was born rich a son of a liar… sorry i meant lawyer…
I was born a man a son of a warrior…
Wait, aren’t we cousins? family? supposed to love each other?…
Hold up! so my mothers related to the daughter of ya mothers mother?…
I guess you don’t know about the family tree, you demolished it with your bulldozer..
This world is already ice cold, why you still trying to make it colder…
I was young crawling in a battle field with a baby bottle and a gun…
That’s not bad, your the one…
Aiming at my head, standing where i was supposed to be from…
And where my grandfathers and my grandfathers grandfather was from…
You bring down sons and daughters of mothers n fathers to hurt them, even though there already hurting…
You throw phosphorous gas to burn someone that’s already burning…
You throw tear gas at eyes that are already dripping tears…
You have no feeling but I feel..
And if you do have feelings then feel me…
And put your machine down and dont fill me…
And help me be filled with joy by fulfilling a dream..
Let this bird out this cage and let it spread its wings…
I raise and bleed the colors red white black and green…
I love you Palestine, be7ebek ya Falesteen…
This poem was written/submitted by Samer Zakzok.
