Our Ugly Crises Are So Hard To Resist Anytime, Anywhere, And Everywhere Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

We daily suffer from
Everyone and
From everything
Due to hundreds of thousands of
Problems that encounter us
By day and by night...
Patience is almost over and
We are going to be in our graves soon...
Everything and everyone are
Against us anytime, anywhere, and everywhere...
This on-going infighting's shadow
makes us down in every direction and
On all levels of life around us...
We are neither alive nor dead, but
We don't feel ourselves as human beings at all...
Our whole crises intensify our inevitable end
In the shapes of incurable diseases,
Hunger, famines, homelessness, displacements,
Poverty, ugly deprivations, rumors, humiliations,
Havoc, disorder, disrespect, insecurity, lack of wisdom,
And a lot of chains of pains and sufferings...
We are almost dead without our pretty souls
As we used to be before...
All roads and all ways are dead-ends that
Surround us from all directions...
Our pretty tomorrow will not be reachable soon
Simply because our present situation is worse than
Any dark nights ever...
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