That Ugly Mess Around Us Anytime Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Ugly wars go on, Some ugly images are shown Here and there... I am here, but I am not there... If I am there, It means I an not here... Sometimes I feel that I am neither here nor there For a certain reason... My dad passed away five years ago and I could not attend his funeral Simply because I was faraway... Nobody cares about anyone Simply because they are all selfish... I only see that ugly mess rounds up Everyone and even everything mercilessly... More and more refugees influx into the Old continent just to be there... The new world shows dissatisfaction with Those poor and fleeing refugees for internal and External affairs anytime... Everything is absurd, ugly, and even cruel Due to many reasons... Life turns lifeless and people Are turned into something else... A nuclear war is unavoidable, but It is a matter of time... No man's land is a matter of fact Simply because there are a lot of indications About it... Instead of having strong bridges, We only see ugly walls that are dead-ends... Love is rare and We keep looking for it everywhere... We see only wastelands that expand endlessly... We don't know if Tomorrow will carry love or anything else In its moments... That ugly infighting has turned our pretty houses and Our infrastructures into broken and even into leveled Grounds stretch endlessly in distances and Even in our minds... We live in our death and Death passes inside us... We feel that we are alive While we are greatly dead... We don't feel good and We only look-like that we are motionless... We feel like we are in an endless nightmares While our dreams have evaporated For ever and ever... All grave-yards are filled up With a lot of innocent people Here and there... We only live in flying bubbles that Take us faraway... We don't see any pretty birds or other animals Simply because they have left for other remote places... What's going on around? It's all chaotic and even ugly... I am pessimistic and I am optimistic at the same time... We don't feel our life anymore Simply because we have messed up greatly With our daily life... We look for an escape that Enables us to be or to be not... ______________________________________________________________________