Checkpoint
Een voorstelling over de menselijke kant van het Israël-Palestina conflict door de ogen van een groepje jonge Nederlanders.
A fighter's tale
They told me
the brown matches my eyes
They told me
the helmet protects from lies
They told me
what good is blood
if you don’t let it flow?
They told me
good men have to go
They told me
the guns will lose it’s weight
They told me
at least you will get paid
They told me
if you are true
you fight for what you love
They told me
the truth will make you tough
They told me
our people are in need
They told me
heroes don’t grow on trees
They told me
don’t throw away
your future with a ‘no’
They told me
three years just come and go
I’m telling you
there’s truth in what they say
I’m telling you
the dreams will come to stay
I’m telling you
the more you see
the easier death becomes
I’m telling you
that isn’t what you want
My land
Count the grey in my dark hair
Know the worries beyond my age
Count the bars blocking my sight
Know the strength of my concrete cage
Count the cracks breaking my face
Know the tracks of my sleepless nights
Count the scars on my self esteem
Know the result of an endless fight
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It is written in my blood
It is written in my history
Each grain of sand belongs to me
And I will never share
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This is my land
my foot stood here first
And my father’s feet before me
sowing seeds
and reaping stories
Like his father and his father did before
Count the rings in the tree trunk
Know the age of my heritage
Chain the roots that they dug up
Know the cause of my violence
Count the blood on the sidewalk
Know the mothers that lost a child
Read the headlines they feed us
Know the threat of a man gone wild
It is written in my blood
It is written in my history
Each grain of sand belongs to me
And how could it be shared
This is my land
my foot stood it first
And my mother’s feet before me
sowing love
and sharing sweet tea
Like her mother and her mother did before
It is written in my blood
It is written in my history
Each grain of sand belongs to me
And you don't even share
This is my land
my blood fell here first
And my father bled before me
sowing bullets
reaping bodies
like his father and his father
and his uncles and his daughters
and his mother's mother's father did before
