Occupied City by Palestinian poet Mahmud Darwish (my translation):
"The child
her mother burned in front of her
She burned like night
And they taught her:
her name will be--
next year--
the lady of martyrs
And prophets will
come to her, if they agree!
The child
her mother burned
infront of her like night.
Ever since
she does not like the moon
nor the dolls
And when night fell,
she screamed in full:
I killed the moon
because it said to me:
...said...said...:
Your mother does not resemble
oranges
nor the trunk of the tree
your mother is in the grave
and not in the sky.
The child
her mother bruned
in front of her..
she burned like night.."