We'Ve Knocked At The Door Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

WE FEEL COLD EVEN IN SUMMERTIME! WE DON'T HAVE GRAPES OR POMEGRANATE, BUT WE HAVE DIFFERENT KINDS OF DRINKS. ON TOP OF OUR HOUSE'S ROOF WE'VE SAT DOWN TO SMELL THE FRESH AIR. WE'VE GOT TIRED OF THE AIR CONDITIONERS' AIR AND SOUND. WE'VE TALKED NONSENSE ALL THE TIME. OUR TIME IS, BUT WASTING TIME. WE'VE DRUNKEN GRAPE AND POMEGRANATE JUICES. ALL KINDS OF FOODS BEING PUT ON THE TABLE, DIFFERENT FOODS, MUTTON, SWEETS, MIXED FRUIT. WE HAVE NOT EATEN TOO MUCH. WE'VE GOT TIRED AND BORED WITH OURSELVES. WE'VE KNOCKED AT THE DOOR, BUT NO ONE HAS HEARD US. WE REVOLVE IN AN EMPTY LINK ALL THE TIME. IT'S BEEN TOO HOT OUTSIDE AND NO ICED WATER HAS REFRESHED AND COOLED OUR HEARTS. THERE HAS NOT BEEN A SMART MAN AMONG US EXCEPT OURSELVES. WE'VE LEFT OURSELVES IN VAIN. WE'VE HEARD OUR NEIGHBOR CURSING AND BEATING HIS WIFE, FOR TRIVIAL REASONS, AS HIS HABIT EVERYDAY. WE'VE RUN AND COME BACK. THE LITTLE KIDS HAVE BEEN YELLING LOUDLY ALL THE TIME. WE'VE EATEN, BUT WITHOUT BEING REPLENISHED. WE'VE GONE LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME. YEARS AND YEARS HAVE GONE AWAY LIKE THIS. WE HAVE NOT CHANGED OURSELVES AND WE'VE STAYED NAILED IN OUR PLACE.