Broken images of our life صور حياتنا المكسورة Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Our dreams fly away from our heads By night and by day and We see instead of them True nightmares that Chase us everywhere Declaring an all-out war on us... There is no place for dreams anymore Simply because we are in the age of the true Nightmares That we see with our eyes By day and by night, By night and by day and Without stopping that Means without interruption Like those Hollywood or Bollywood movies And like a continuous drama in the True age of nightmares... Our images have got broken on The nightmares' rocks To be turned into merely scattered pieces of Something That were, but They are no more... Our dreams got born mirages and Our nightmares got born true... We woke up to see Everything ready around us as if Like ready-made meals for us anytime... We are almost alive... Without souls or We are merely bodies walk like Robots with ready-made dreams... We are dead-alive... We are merely an illusion and passing words.... We are in the nightmares' time... Yes, nightmares.............. _____________________________________________