A Lonely Refugee In A Tent Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Alone and in a tent by himself, Located on an isolated land, Brought into his inevitable fate Like a dove brought into a strange house. He looked around to find his parents, Brothers, sisters, and all neighbors, but in vain. He couldn't find anyone except himself Surrounded by misery and despair. Found him somewhere in a corner and Brought him here to a new house (tent) . Alone he does not know what to do, but He waits and waits until he gets dizzy. Perhaps the tent will be his eternal House for ever and ever. Lonely he comes and goes in front of His tent just to count days. The tent was made for him and for poor Refugees waiting for unknown future. His palace is a tent, but he wants to go to His pretty house to see his missing hope. All the other refugees are like his case Isolated and deserted in the unknown land. The tent was not his his desire nor all the Other ones' desires, but the fate's desire. He lives in his tent and they live in their Tents waiting to come back to their pretty houses. He is still over there in a tent alone and So all the other poor refugees.