As A Result Of That On-Going War Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Everything shuts down including Our pretty dreams... We have only horrible and dark Nightmares anywhere and everywhere... Wisdom has vanished behind Any ugly fighting Here and there... Misery is big headline that Over our heads anytime... Grave-yards extend with our loved ones Including our great memories... We all suffer from everything and Even from everyone... That ugly bullets' language takes over Any wisdom anytime... No one listens to that pretty sound Of mind anytime... We only look at each other horribly As if we are all horrible monsters... Innocent people pay very high prices To all that mess that goes on endlessly... That pretty language of love has turned into That ugly hatred everywhere... This ugly war rounds up Everything and everyone endlessly... There are no winners Up-to-this moment Simply because we all are big losers... Everything has vanished and Only ugly tents extend in front of Our big world horribly... Arms-traders are those ugly winners Who dare cunningly to kill all of us... Long wastelands extend Here and there... Silence remains a pretty language To all who can express it... Coffins are on the rise and They need us to build more and more grave-yards... As a result of what's going on, We will be in a bad shape If we don't choose to be wise... We don't know if tomorrow will carry Flowers and roses or bullets...! Peace is required for all of us, but Are going to work for it...? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ______________________________________________________________________