My City Roads Are All Closed Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Wherever we go or Whenever we go, We find all of its streets and All of its roads utterly closed... Wherever we go East, west, north, or south, then We will find all of our city's Boulevards, circuits, crossroads, Alleys, and all other roads closed Anywhere and everywhere... My own city is completely under Those heavy sieges from unknown Ghosts of those dark nights... Every inch is occupied by foreign Forces that seize all people's lives... Most of my city's men left into that Unknown destination letting behind them Women, kids, senior people, dreams, houses, Private stores, cars, ..., ..., etc. My own city is different in everything That it contains anytime... Empty roads and streets scare the dead Before they scare those who are still alive... Everything shuts down from those trivial Things up to those luxurious things anytime... Everything goes up except those Poor human beings who are still over there Waiting for God's support... This lifeless atmosphere perplexes all of us To that extent in which we feel we are Completely living in real nightmares... Our pretty city is suffering from all That is really horrible and crazy... Death notices are increasing day by day To that extent in which we find no places For the newly-dead persons... We can not resist anything utterly Simply because all our life turns crazily Into that hellish and lifeless life... We are no more in our city, but We have not choices at all... We don't know if tomorrow Will come or not! Everything has evaporated Including ourselves... Our city is entering history and It might be in Guinness book of world record In its absolute misery... ______________________________________________________________________