While your kids are playing, running in the streets
I am fighting for my life, wandering helplessly.

While your kids have soccer practices in the evening
I don't know if by then I'll be dead or still living.

While your kids are painting rainbows and butterflies
My city is painted in our blood, every time we sacrifice.

While your kids are treated for even a scratch on their knee
It's been days since I am wearing these scars and injuries.

While your kids are scared of little cockroaches
I stand face to face with tanks and bullets.

While your kids are learning about their family tree
I am still searching the missing members of my family.

While your kids are angels, we are not even considered as human beings.
Why? Just because we are born in Palestine and they are from Israel?