All The Year's Round - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
Sufferings and pains Are all the year's round Because may be some people Like to see this or some Don't care about what's Going on here and there, We see people's sufferings And pains inside their ugly Tents anytime and anywhere, We see a lot of people dying And perishing for no reason, We see thirsty and hungry People everywhere on earth, and We see people live lifeless life In a cruel world without a reason.
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