The Passing Clouds Are Good Ones Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Over the pretty city All kinds of clouds travel By day and by night Taking a pretty dream into A dead land to wake it up, Some passing clouds pass Slowly and wonderfully Taking love letters To our friends and our relatives Anywhere and everywhere, Some pregnant clouds Show their muscles To take foods To the poor refugees somewhere, but They can't because by the time they get there They will evaporate and The whole foods will go away, The poor refugees the besieged ones Will die if we don't bring them foods over there, There is no safe passage To get the needed foods For these dying souls, I need a wind carpet To fly with Sindbad to bring Foods for these starving souls, Innocent kids die everyday Because they don't have foods, People (the poor besieged people) got tired Eating cats, dogs, and donkeys, Heaven is open to these dying souls, but Our planet is cruel and hard Like a hard rock, We are all or most of us Can not hear, can not see, or can not talk, We know what's going on, but We cover our faces, Again the passing clouds want to help, but By the time they get there They will evaporate immediately, Alas! What a pity! Pretty besieged people die or they will die Because they got tired begging us or begging UN, But no one hears or listens, so This is our world and Thank you so much only to the passing clouds.