Plastic bags have no wings to fly
but they insist to try

Flying is the dream of all creatures

It is despair rather than hope which pushes these bags high into the sky
They stuff their lungs with air like mail frogs
and leap into space

Most of them will fall down to be captured by thorny plants

'leave me alone', the bag cries.
'I want to die. I want to throw myself from the highest building in Ramallah'.

But people do not stop throwing bags
They throw them like dice, watching them by the edge of their eyes
Fearing that those who succeeded to fly will soon fall over their heads
like suicidal crows .