Psalm of Jenin

white and black keffiyeh draped clinching close to my neck,
to keep me warm in the cold when the world clothed us with neglect,
stone in my hand walking over bodies through the sand,
praying five times a day reading Al 'Quran ,
i make salat and kneel to the east;children lay stiff in bank that's west,
my father had a heart so used steel to push it out his chest,
my baby brother died in his sleep when they bulldozed our house,
his eulogy was a photo of my mother crying with an open mouth,
buried him under rubble so if I get a gun ill do nothing subtle ,
i learned how to count by watching the death toll double,
red is the blood they spill, green for land that's taken,
black for the times in which we suffer,white for the emptiness of Palestine forsaken,
mistaken I am not while the anger brews in my fist,
the way they take mercilessly and the violence does not subsist,
dust rising from mortar shells blocks my view of a cloudy sky,
i have no options,no choices, but to fight or sit and die,
Animal treatment results in animalistic behavior,
So some strap bombs to their chest so they have heaven later to savor,
Palestinians are niggers,
Palestinians are chinks,
sitting watching bullets fly while my third eye slowly blinks,
Palestinians are wetbacks,
Palestinians are kikes,
overlooking their reflection to see who they're acting like,
If i see a tank Ill use all the strength and bravery i contain,
to stop it with my bare hands since they've driven me insane,
pressured by the moans of a genocidal war,
walking in deaths shadow stains a once innocent core,
women and children can do no more than slowly sit and wait,
while the devil wipes his mouth us and seeks to stock his plate,
this must seem surreal;maybe even like a bad dream,
nights flooded with innocent screams i hear at age 13,
my people remain strong throughout despite everything they see and saw,
loosely gripping injustice but still praising Allah.