Our Top From Our Bottom Is Still Vague And Unknown Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The Rock Of Suicide is located Over there watching all those emigrants Who are forced, Willingly or unwillingly, To leave their homeland Into that unknown world... Everyday a lot of people leave Their pretty homeland into That vague world for a safer haven... We don't what's going on With everything around us... Those people who emigrate into Those unknown kingdoms Are called refugees... Not all countries welcome those fleeing refugees, but They consider them as a great burden... Some refugees get perished while Trying to cross into that unknown world... Our nation's body is bleeding hard By those great influxes of refugees whom We lose for ever and ever... Up to this moment, We totally don't know what is our top and What is our bottom... In a brief, We don't our top from Our bottom... We only know that a pretty nation bleeds Hard by those ugly, but Unavoidable influxes of more and more people Towards the unknown kingdoms of our world... ______________________________________________________________________