Child, what will you remembernWhen you recall your sixteenth yearnThe horrid sound of helicopter gunshipsnThe rumble of the tanks as they drew nearnAs the world went about it's businessnAnd I burned another tank of gasolinenThe Dow Jones lost a couple points that daynWhile you were crying in the City of JeninnnDid they even give your parents warningnBefore they blew the windows out with shellsnWhile you hid inside the high school basementnAmidst the ringing of church bellsnAs you watched your teacher crumble by the doorwaynAnd in England they were toasting to the QueennYou were so far from the thoughts of so manynHuddled in the City of JeninnnWere you thinking of the taunting of the soldiersnOr of the shit they smeared upon the wallsnWere you thinking of your cousin after torturenOr Tel Aviv and it's glittering shopping mallsnWhen the fat men in their mansions say that you don't want peacenDid you wonder what they meannAs you sat amidst the stench inside the darknessnIn the shattered City of JeninnnWhat went through your mind on that daynAt the site of your mother's vacant eyesnAs she lay still among the rubblenBeneath the blue Middle Eastern skiesnAs you stood upon this bulldozed buildingnBeside the settlements and their hills so greennAs your tears gave way to grim determinationnAmong the ruins of the City of JeninnnAnd why should anybody wondernAs you stepped on boardnThe crowded bus across the Green LinenAnd you reached inside your jacket for the cordnWere you thinking of your neighbors buried bodiesnAs you made the stage for this scenenAs you set off the explosives that were strapped around your waistnWere you thinking of the City of Jeninn