I'm a Palestinian-American.
A human being with two identities, yet I'm a lost soul with no homeland.
I'm a phenomenon I suppose, but I am certainly not unique.
Close to five million others all over the globe desire the same thing
that I seek.
What I seek, what we all seek is simple.
We want our God given rights.
We want Justice.
We want freedom,
We want our land.
We want Palestine.
Oh how I dream of that wonderful day, when our flags are raised, and
when the marching bands will play.
When the young will cheer, and when the old will cry.
When the refugees return, and when Zionism will die.
I want to live where my grandfather lived, and be buried next to his
soul.
I want to be the one pulling the rope, when the bells in Jerusalem toll.
I want to stand on the Dome of the Rock and make the call to prayer.
I want to build a home, with my own two hands, on the holy land that
is there.
Don't get me wrong, America is fine.
But I'd rather live on the land that is mine,
I'd rather live in Palestine. |