Justice in Palestine

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