That Face Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

That face is very tired And it looks pale, It is the face of a tired Refugee ran away yesterday, It was one day a pretty face, but It turned pale and sunken, It looks like the face of A corpse in a corner, It does not matter whether It's the face of a boy or a girl, It is the face of deprivation and death, That face has no dream or a pretty horizon Because it looks like a ball, One day that face was like that of the moon, but Today it is the face of a poor refugee looking For a piece of bread or a pretty shelter.