Much Busy Poem by Sarah Abu Zeid

if the sea is made of people's tears,
may be it can wash away their fears.
may be it washes their souls,
helping someone before, in hell, he falls.
can anyone have one moment of time,
to think wether he is ill or fine?
to think about the inside illness,
preparing a weapon to fight that sickness.
peolple are suffering from inside a lot,
screaming for help from every spot.
shouting for someone's hand,
to help them out from the sin sand.
does anyone think why he pray?
or has he seen from above any ray?
does anyone really mean saying to GOD; 'i love you'?
or is it only something he must do?
has anyone ever shed many tears?
and by them plant to GOD love trees?
few who did and few who will do,
and many believe it is all untrue.
has antone thought about death?
before he loses his last breath?
everyone is so busy with his life,
and will be surprised by the death's knife.