While the world stays debating whose right or wrong
The people fight back their tears just trying to stay strong
Knowing that they may be dead not before long
And the old lady watches and sings their sad sad song
I am going to tell you a story of a boys udder demise
His struggle is the reason why my heart cries
But his pain goes unnoticed because of propaganda and lies

In his eyes you can see a tear
When you get close you can feel the fear
You can feel the tension
The possibility that no one wants to mention
He had gone to the store to get food for his mother
He was a 15 year old boy, a son and a brother

The bags of food are on the ground, dropped from the shock
all he can see that's left is dust and rock
Five minutes ago were his house use to be
He ran closer and it kills me to say what he could see

Between the rocks he saw a shattered little hand
He started to shake and began to understand
He knew who it was, it was his two year old brother
As he moved the rocks he found his baby sister and mother

He held his dead family and cried to the sky
He had nothing left to say, not even why
Revenge filled his heart and the tears began to dry

His hatred and hopelessness caused him to strap a bomb to his chest
He thought to himself that this would be last chance for justice before he could rest

And so he went to kill the people who murdered his family
This innocent boy was driven to murder and insanity
By people who were trying to take over his land
While the rest of the world stood in silence, he never received a helping hand
He soon realized he had no home or family and quickly became hopeless
So he had nothing left to live for and he will never be missed
So now that you know his story try and call him a terrorist

This story is true, it happens everyday
The Palestinians have been robbed and murdered what more can I say
Some tried to fight it and some got on their knees to prey
While others packed what they had left, and tried to run away

But no matter what they did they were labeled as danger to our nations good
And since their pain doesn't effect us, no one has tried to end their suffering but most of us could
They act out and scream out but no one listens to the pain they are forced to bear
Maybe people don't understand, or maybe they just don't care
So the Palestinian people go on each day fighting, hoping one day they wont have to fight anymore
I'm hearing fighting everyday too, what do you think this poem is for