Our Blood Is Very Precious *** Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

As long their in-fighting spills Our dear blood, then There will no choice, but To lose more and more innocent people Anywhere and everywhere... Evil-doers work to spill Our blood anyway Simply because it's dear and even precious In their own eyes anytime... Rivers of blood have been spilled by Many evil hands... Although our dear blood is running Like running rivers, but We will not kneel down to All evil-doers... ______________________________________________________________________