Amineh Abou Kerech
They threw a very little ping-pong ball
at my country, a very little ball.
I thought the ball would come back
and everything would be okay
but I was wrong. The ball was small
but the sound was huge enough
to shake the whole country,
to turn the beautiful country
black and white,
to turn the laughing of children
to turn the smell of jasmine
to the smell of the bombed,
to turn the flat blue sky to black
and turn the soft green grass
to brown dry nothing.