poet MOHAMMAD SKATI

MOHAMMAD SKATI

My Pretty Folks Are My My Pain

I always say You are my true lover Because I am truly In love with you And with everything in you, I love you in truth and I love them in truth, but I have all my pretty folks Are living in ugly tents In the ugly jungles of the cruel life For reasons or for nor reasons Just they found themselves thrown like The old furniture and the garbage, I love everyone and everything around me, But I have something much more important Than you and than my love itself, I have a lot to do for the people Whom we love and they're now outside, I am not carefree, but I am full of care because My folks are living and dying in the ugly tents And they are neighbor to all kinds of poisonous Snakes and the ugly scorpions left like they're Nothing in life anywhere and everywhere, I am sorry to say I am not caring about anyone Or any love on earth because of my folks, and I can say proudly and greatly I love our people Who are suffering daily more than anything else.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013

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