The Tragedies Of The Refugees' Camps - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
It's not the Day of Judgement, but It looks like a horrible day inside The refugees' camps where a lot of People are scattered over there like Mushroom in a wild land somewhere, A lot of ugly tents are spreading, Expanding, and extending everywhere, A lot of people inside including kids, Women, men, wounded people, sick people, Heart-broken people, and all kinds of people, A lo of horrible pains, a lot of ugly Sufferings, and a lot of painful aches Are over there anytime and everywhere, Only continuous tortures of humanity And a string of hellish pains in there, Love is not known over there because Everyone is suffering and aching all the time, An atmosphere of gloominess and an air Of dark clouds hanging over people's heads, Snakes, scorpions, mosquitoes, rats, Painful ants, wild bees, and all insects Are spreading over there in air and in dust, It's sometimes cloudy, rainy, cold, wet, Humid, hot, dusty,.....,.......,..... No one cares about people inside except Here and there some food and drinks are there, People do not look like normal people, but They look like dead people in an isolated land, All kinds of human tortures and human pains Are available over there without stop, and In all everyone and everything it's like People are different from what we normally know.
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