poet MOHAMMAD SKATI

MOHAMMAD SKATI

Save Our Souls (Sos)

We are living in an ugly tent On top of the mountain of the world, In the bottom of the world, and in Any part of the world in which we find ourselves, We have been over there for a long time, but No one cares or anyone says just a single word About what's going on to us on this planet, We suffer and we complain from the horrors, The great pains and thegreat sufferings of the Innocent kids, the tired women, and the weak men, We were being forgotten by the whole world because This world is unable to do anything to us, We're dying alive and we're living in death in A cruel world which does not do its best for us, We live in a bitter misery among the snakes and The scorpions near the rocks and the forgotten lands, To whom shall we complain our sufferings and pains and To whom shall we tell all about current situation? Is is fair or is it just for the world around us to Leave us thrown on the desolated roads and streets? Where are your warm hearts and your living consciences in a Cruel world that ignores human lives and humanity? We're dying like forgotten corpses on the sides of The mountains, the plains, and on the no-man's land! We're greatly human beings and pretty souls just being Treated unfairly like this by our other brothers in humanity, We just want to tell if we die forgotten or not cared for by You, you will be accounted responsible for our death, and Finally if you can't save our souls, please have tombs And make the land for us as the graveyard of the tents' People whom this world left them behind for selfishness only.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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