Performed by the Palestinian group Dam (blood), this music video shows the real face of Israel.
Lyrics
Who's the terrorist? I'm the terrorist?
How am I a terrorist while I live in my country?
Who's a terrorist? You're a terrorist!
You're swallowing me while I live in my country.
Killing me like you killed my ancestors.
Go to the law? Why bother, my enemy.
You play the role of witness, lawyer and judge.
Upon the judge my end begins.
Your dream is that we grow fewer and moreover that we are a minority.
Your dream is that the minority become a majority in the graveyards.
Democracy? I swear you're Nazis.
With all the times you raped the Arab spirit.
It got pregnant and birthed a boy called the suicide bomber.
And here you are calling us terrorists.
I mean you hit me and wept, and beat me to complaining about it.
When I reminded you that you started it, you sprung up and said
"You let the little kids throw stones.
Don't they have a family to keep them under lock at home?"
As if you forgot that your weapons put their family under the stones.
So now when my pain retaliates you call me a terrorist?
Why a terrorist? Because my blood is not calm? It's feverish!
Because I raise my head and my land up high,
You killed my beloved, now I'm alone.
My family is displaced, but I will keep calling out.
I'm not against peace, the peace is against me.
It wants to eradicate me and erase my heritage.
And whoever says something zealous to speak out.
He's oppressed and you get rid of him completely.
And who are you? Just when did you grow up?
Take a look at how many you've killed and how many you've orphaned
Our mothers are weeping, our fathers are complaining.
Our lands are disappearing, I reiterate who are you?
You grew up spoiled while we grew up in poverty.
Who grew up in plenty and who grew up in a hole?
Became a freedom fighter, you turned him into a criminal.
And you my terrorist are calling me a terrorist?
When will I no longer be a terrorist?
Perhaps when you slap me and I turn the other cheek?
How do you expect me to thank who hurt me.
Ok you know what? First how do you want me to be
Down on my knees with my hands tied
My eyes to the ground with corpses all about
Destroyed houses and displaced families?
Orphaned children, freedom in handcuffs?
You command and we'll fulfil your wish.
What we must do is be patient and mask our pain.
The most important thing is that you feel secure.
Relax and leave the pain to us, what's our blood?
The blood of dogs.
Wait no, when a dog is dying there's the animal's rights organization.
That means our blood is less valuable than the blood of a dog?
No! My blood is precious.
And I'm going to defend myself if you call me a terrorist.
