OUR DAYS ايامنا Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

OUR DAYS ايامنا



Our days, From cradles to graves, Are as they're: Misery, unhappiness, and wretchedness, .... We were not born wealthy, Our life starts as is Unconditional or without restrictions! Since our childhood, We're trying to be the best, but.... A lot of stones, a lot of stumbling-blocks, A lot of headaches, and a lot of...., The more we try to be the best, The more we get in the worst and so on, Nothing succeeds in our life Except our failure, That is the worst failure On all levels, Not a love goes on neither Any studying course goes well, Never anything! Pains, aches, grief, stress, unhappiness, and Over all that, The cruelty of life, All is dead-end! In spite of everything, We say thank God! Our sufferings are infinite, Our pains are increasing day by day, We die while we're alive and We live in death, We're almost dead or closer To death, We eat without being replenished, Our houses are isolated With broken ruins, Everything is dark around us, Over our houses, There are dark clouds chase Us by day and by night, Our loved ones left us Looking for faraway countries, Everything got turned into distress and Grief, We're dead while we're alive and We're alive in death! We're nothing! We're nothing! We're only numbers on graves! We die a thousand, thousand million of Times because We suffer and we feel the Stress of life and the cruelty of life! We don't know from where we start neither Where we end! These are our days! These are our days! These are our days! *********************************************

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