Palestinian poem: I Am Fighter

I'm wearing a rose in a hair follicle

Got pains

I set the flag on my heart

Nevertheless, the freedom of the pico.

Depending on the independent country, I did not raise the price;

I am the offspring of a raped sister's mother-in-law.

This road is soaked in the body of a bloody Moore brother

I did not get the freedom or cheap?

Flags taken off claim blood-stained moor;

I am Ahmed Tamimi on death row.

I am Fighter and I owe it to the upper,

I am proud Palestinian brave enough to die.