A Cruel Outcry - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I am alone, In a tent, In a cruel world That can not protect me From the hard time I got Being in a tent Suffering from all kinds Of human pains. What did I do? The world is silent and I am chocked. I am in a jungle rather I am in a pretty world Like the other people. Please I am dying alive A thousand times a day. I am crying a million of Times everyday. I am alive, but I am dead. My heart is going to stop and All my five pretty senses too. Where is the pretty world? I don't see anyone except me, But I might die tomorrow. My nights and days are almost Over and I am going to die. It's not raining anymore, but Tomorrow is my last day. I don't know what happened To my little kids! It's my fate! I am going to die tomorrow! All is over! I am no more! Can anyone hear me? I am talking to the dead and only The pretty dead talk to me. The world is a pretty graveyard And I am no more. Good bye, O world!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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