MOHAMMAD SKATI


RAINS ARE SCARY


Only drops of rains bring life And death at the same time, We pray God to have rains To bring life to us and to the The thirsty lands everywhere, By time and if these pretty rains Do not stop, then We will floods spreading to drown us And to kill us, We're drowning, but Either we ignore this fact or We're in great oblivion, Pretty rains perish us and We're drowning to the bottom, A long, long time ago, It was Noah's greatest flood, so Shall we get another flood like that? There are waves like mountains in our seas, so Shall be rescued by the highest mountains? We're waiting our inevitable death, but We don't do anything, We're drowning! We're sinking! We're dying bitterly! Shall the pretty sun shine tomorrow without Us?

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2014

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