To The Whole World Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I walk on the eggs Near my pretty tent And I am called a refugee Because I have the yellow Card with my name and my ID# On it, but my whole life is miserable and hard, The stones and the pieces of rocks Cry for me and no human soul does cry on me, My whole life is up-side-down Because I live in an empty link, My friends are the nasty snakes, the ugly scorpions, The dirty roaches, and the rest of the nasty insects, I am dead in my emotions and feelings, but My body is still working like a rusty car shut down In the middle of a road near an isolated village, I don't know where am I! I am the victim of crazy circumstances, but What shall I do? I am lost and I am looking for a way to get out of it, It's a nightmare going on and on by day and by night! Where am I? ! Where am I? ! No one cares for me because I am like salt in water Melting in the long tunnel of the heart of darkness, I am dying with no glimpse of hope because That's what I feel and I see, so There is no way out of it because I am drowning! I am drowning!