A Dead Conscience Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

A Dead Conscience



When one's conscience dies, then Everything becomes possible... That inevitable death awaits those Pretty emigrants who paid A lot of money to those criminal smugglers Just to take them into that bitter and ugly death... Either you get a visa or To get a journey in one of those Boats of death... Those hopeless emigrants pay for their deaths And that's the irony... We live in a brainless, shameless, absurd, and Even an ugly world that does not care about Human life at all... Those drowned emigrants chose to risk Their innocent lives rather than To come closer to any consulate's door Simply because they have already known the answer... Crocodiles' tears don't help restore All lost lives including those little babies Who share death together... I denounce and I condemn any dead conscience Simply because it's out of order and It's out of work... Only smugglers get richer and That treacherous sea's belly gets fatter With the drowned emigrants' corpses... It's a shame on a dead conscience Again and again! ! ! ______________________________________________________________________

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