I am the cause
I am its blood and checkpoint tolerance
I am the refugee tents in tatters
I am the soiled headless doll
in that ditch
where your made-in-the-US missile fell
I am the cross of Nativity
I am the bell toller
shot to death
I am the muezzin
whose voice was sniped
I am the holes in
the prayer rug
your machine gun shattered
I am the cause
I am the broken rooms in your bulldozer
I am the eyes you want to blind
I am the history
that will rise again
I am the cause
I am the ship that floats in hope
I am the sails that blow you away
I am the harbor you’ll never know
in my homeland
I am the cause
