The little girl led them so lightly
Through the devastated streets of the city,
Where the bodies still lay buried.
Under a sky which had lifted
She swirl-twirled the dabke,
The keffiyehed men following her.
Past the blitzed buildings ,
Homes, hospitals, shops , schools –
She stepped gracefully, hair winging.
It was a dance of celebration,
At last the peace and ceasefire,
At last no soldiers of the Occupation.
She danced for the future
And a city growing again,
An orchard of oranges for picking.
Her smile from river to ocean,
The men joined in unison,
Kicking dust as she moved on.
