A Homeless And Tired Refugee Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

His eyes are sunken like two swimming pools In a desert, His ears are like two dishes on top of a roof In a pretty building, His smelling nose has turned like a fixed chimney In a corner of a house, His mouth is a piece of swollen flesh in a reddish Face in a cold day, His pretty hairs, on top of his head, have turned Separated and rugged, His reddish cheeks are greatly swollen like two Apples on a lone tree, His skin is crying like a little baby in the hug Of his mother's pretty hands, His hands are dangling like two heavy weights In big bags, His tired legs are sore and greatly exhausted in A lot of walks here and there, and The rest of his poor body indicates that he is Like an alien from a remote planet in the universe.