In the shadow of death,
You forced me to live.
The city and all its places are mine,
Yet I feel alienated in my land.

In the shadow of death,
You forced me to live.
You blinded me.
No moon,
No rainbow,
No stars.
All I can see is you
Hanging my memories, my home, and my people.
All I see is the unstoppable cascade of blood.
And the two lovely brothers,
Innocent corpses on the balcony of their home.

In the shadow of death,
You forced me to live.
You deafened me.
No stream of children’s laughter,
No “beep-beep” of the school bus,
No Tom and Jerry. No Sponge Bob.
All I can hear is mothers’ moans.
The roar of your American armored tanks.
Your rockets, committing massacres.

In the shadow of death,
I live.
I have a pen.
I have everything.
You blinded me, yes.
You deafened me, yes.
Fear me not.
But fear my pen, yes.