The Influx Of More Displaced Into The Unknown - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
They left their pretty houses, but Not with their will, They walked in the heart of darkness Into the unknown world, They went out without pretty memories, But with sad memories left them inside, They took themselves into the cruel Wilderness of the cruel world, They saw the world's cruel treatment Towards them and towards their kids, They saw the neighbors' bad treatment When they reached into the no man's land, They saw with naked eyes their pains And their suffering among the strangers, They saw the real death in their homeland And in other people's lands anytime, They saw people talking about their dignity Though they kept it in the best case, They resisted all ugly temptations came from Whom they experienced in their endless trip, They were being hospitalized badly and not Like the way they treated people before, These ugly days did not empty their pretty Patience because they loved everyone and everything, They looked like strangers and they're still Looking as strangers as long as they are out, but A new dawn will come tomorrow to come back To their pretty houses to stop their ugly influx Into the other worlds of the unknown world.
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