The Pretty Clouds Cry For The Little Orphans Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The pretty heavens and the pretty earths Cry for the poor orphans who got stranded In the ugly tents of misery, The tents of shame were filled with hundreds Of thousands those pretty and poor orphans Waiting the inevitable and ugly destruction, These orphans wept and cried for their loved ones, But a few listened to their voiceless cries And their hard days among the ugly tents. I cry for these poor orphans because they Lost their pretty dads and their pretty moms. The ugly tents are the orphans' kingdoms of Shame and humiliation to everyone in there. These little and poor orphans are dying A thousand times a day for no logical reason. Long live all these pretty orphans, but Down with all these ugly tents of shame! These little and poor orphans want to live And they refuse to die for no logical reason.