The Other People Help Us... Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

We suffer from what's going on Around us... A few people or may be A several people help us in truth... That on-going war tore us and We are scattered Here and there... Those who closer to us refused totally To help us while Those whom we call him foreigners help us Honestly... Our folks are only interested in festivals That glorify them... Those people whom we call them relatives or Neighbors have blocked our ways By land, by sea, and even by air... We suffer from this on-going life and We flee to those unknown kingdoms to see What's going on... Either we die bitterly or We enter into those remote kingdoms To get another re-birth to us and Our whole families... Those whom we call foreigners (like the people EU, Australia, Canada, USA, ..., ..., etc.) welcome us greatly While our folks, whom we have known for long time, have Refused to accept us totally... We are totally sad Simply because we have known those who are with us or Those who against us... All that happens is merely a passing cloud That will not prevail for ever and ever... We totally those sympathizers who remain loyal to The great principles of humanity while We totally denounce our folks' total refusal of Accepting as brothers and as sisters... We thank greatly all those people who side us In our on-going ordeals... Tomorrow will be better Simply because the pretty sun will rise again For all of us To be or to be not... ______________________________________________________________________