The Pretty Sound Of The Silent Silence Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Our hearts are stones And our words are rocks, We are murderers and killers Because we kill ourselves with Our silent silence anytime and anywhere, We are merely corpses and we have died With our bitter silent silence, We are tired and we are ready to be Recycled in nailed coffins because We are useless for our time, Our houses turned into tents here and there, We are merely like scattered and passing Clouds over the high mountains without Any pretty hopes or any new horizons, We run away in boats to die in the sea's Abdomen and then to be delicious food for The greedy sharks and whales anytime, We are disappointed, desperate, and hopeless Because we chose the worst scenarios of life, then Only the silent silence can prevail over our heads And we are ready to be in dark and nailed coffins.