I rode my bike,
He rode his F-16 and tank,
I sang my song,
He shot me and gained his rank.
I am the terrorist, he is the victim!
I am a martyr now and did not go to school,
He is the civilized one and I am the fool.
No matter what I say, his story is right,
Everyday he tells you “terrorism we fight.”
My tree uprooted, my house blown,
My land confiscated, my grandmothers moan…
I am imprisoned, they cut my flesh, they break my bone…
Do not kill me today I have a better option,
Let us race and see who is faster,
The one who wins will become master,
You on your tank I on the bike,
He who reaches first to the Land of Love,
Will tell the story for the coming generation.