What to be done?

Say-I as Cyrano de Berjerac has said it before.
What to be done? I ask you all?
You, innocent citizens, or famous politicians
You juman beings or humans lost
You, people of this world without pity

Terrorists we are…
Terrorists we remain…
Does not matter what we do
Does not matter how we live
Does not matter what we suffer…
Terrorists we shall remain for all of you

You push us to a dead end
Israel by here,
America is by there
And the big Europe becomes minuscule
En following the steps
Et this world of hypocrisy
Allow rumors to continue
Knowing all the horrors
That victims are transformed by magic
Into oppressors

Silence is gold
Everyone wants to be rich
Silence is gold,
Sleep like an old
And all of us, Palestinians, pay the price you hold

Day of happiness
Wears a dress of sadness

Robe of melancholy
Envelops the smiles of our children with sorrow
And light is darkness
To make a safer passage for the agony

What shall we do? Ask the soldiers of Israel…
A check point by here… another by there…
Let's dig this road
And close that passage
And put some barriers
And while we are here,
Let's build up a new colony
And cut all the trees around
And demolish the houses in the neighborhood
And eliminate all the suspected terrorists
Or those who might be terrorists
One can never trust anyone here
Even the corpses have the smell of terrorism

What to be done?
Stop violence they say
Well, sure, let's stop the violence
Assassinate suspected terrorists
All Palestinians are candidates for terrorism
So let's stop the violence
And forget all about this incidence
Let's forget all the incidences
Let's forget all what Israel have done, or will do
Palestinians have to stop the violence
Palestinians of this century, and centuries to become, pest
Epidemics with no treatment,
Pray for a divine justice
Dream of a brighter future
And ask yet: What to be done?

Change your Coran, and all your holy books
Make a subscription to the mosque
Forget all about your religion
Prayers are harmful for your health
Never talk about your rights
Or those called: refugees
They are the source of all troubles
Eliminating them would be the end of everything

Kneel before the great Israel
The only democracy in the middle east
What Israel says is logical
Its power is magical
And all over the world is well known
And it is feared
And all before the temple
Come to ask pardon
For what the ancestors have committed against the people of Israel

Don't teach your children history
Palestine was nothing but a nightmare
And things are as they should be now
Nothing is equal to the land of "Israel"

And there we are again
Let all the world declare
War against terrorism
And Palestinians rejoin the troupe
And tear each other a part
And cry finally
Live the happy world
Live the war against terrorism

Let us close un office by here
Arrest an activist by there
And destroy every thing
To make happy this sinister world
So that all the ministers
Smile widely and laugh
Of a funereal fun

AbdelFatah Abu-Srour