Why? Poem by Muhammad Shakour Algnash

Poor human consider they are great
Slain poor children after that always smile
What religion or who runs their state
Thy can see their laugh from mile
Outside they appear as holy angles
Black suit like their stoned deaf heart
All endeavors to be above all tangles
Staring and shocked by their smart
One may ask is our life fierce wood
Maybe where is the precious dignified truth
Each search and want to devour all food
But if they satisfy they are calm and smooth
Wise men reply me if I am wrong or right
My soul and body why always remain fight