When Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

When my weak body hurts, I know that I am sick... When I know my top from my bottom, I discover my truth... When a war breaks out, I know that there are bad people... When the pretty sun rises, I know that there is a new day... When that pretty Spring comes laughing, I know that there are flowers and roses... When a new-born baby comes, I know that there is a pretty face... When a refugee abandons one's tent, I know that there is hope... When rains comes, I know that all farmers are happy... ______________________________________________________________________