MOHAMMAD SKATI


AGAIN THE PRETTY SNOW KILLS THE PRETTY REFUGEES


Again the pretty snow's message This winter is to play with the Pretty refugees, but a different Game this time and this winter, This time is playing the death Game that spreads to every tent Located anywhere and everywhere, This winter is the time of sadness And the time of mourning the dead, A lot of pretty souls got frozen And went to where God them to be, The whole world is watching this Snowy death, but carelessly, No one dares to do anything to Help these poor and helpless souls! Our world is selfish and careless Because these refugees are from Another planet or another world! It's a shame on selfishness and It's a shame on carelessness!

Submitted: Saturday, December 14, 2013
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