MOHAMMAD SKATI Poems

Time talks. It is precious and important In everything and for everyone Anytime and anywhere,
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When you don't have your pretty freedom One hundred percent, so what do yo do?
I fight for my freedom with all might and My power to have it and to enjoy it greatly.
My pretty freedom is not bargained, sold, Bought, negotiated, minimized by anyway,
My freedom is taken and never given to anyone And henceforth it paves the way
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The pretty heavens and the pretty earths Cry for the poor orphans who got stranded In the ugly tents of misery,
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I accept everything except the brutal injustice, I accept anything except the cruel hunger, I accept everything except the ugly homelessness, I accept anything except the mean humiliation,
I accept everything except the bad absurdity, I accept anything except insulting my dignity, and
I accept everything except the arrogant ignorance.
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I can not give my eyes, but only to those who look at them, I can not lend my ears, but only to those who can listen to them, I can not give my hands, but only to those who need them, I can not give my heart, but only to the one who loves it,
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You can not fly without wings, You can not be a billionaire without a reason, You can not be a P. H. Doctor without having a certificate, You can not be wet unless you dive or you swim, You can not be a driver without a driver licence, You can not be a singer without singing a song, and You can not be alive without oxygen.
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Everything in life and everyone
In life are beautiful and pretty,
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I miss the pretty mountains and The pretty valleys of my city, I miss the pretty sun, the pretty Moon, the pretty clouds,
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I got stuck with everything bad in my life Because it was my bad and ugly luck, I got stuck with my money, I got stuck with my health, I got stuck with my true feelings and my emotions, I got stuck with my poems and my poetry, I got stuck with my friends, I got stuck with my pretty dreams, I got stuck with my pretty
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I drove my pretty car in the foggy weather On the pretty 648 boulevard in the pretty Winter, I was all by myself and no one was beside me,
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