The Ugly Smell Of A Coming War Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Always ugly wars bring Deaths and scary chaos Because out of any ugly Wars we smell the rotten Corpses of people left in Their destroyed houses, Dead soldiers in their Ruined tanks, dead hopes Spreading here and there, Piles of broken tress and Piles of broken stones are Anywhere and everywhere, Kids and women always pay A very high price for the Ugly costs of ugly wars, Everything is up-side-down In the supposed battlefield, Love and all pretty hopes Fade away without remorse, The ugly traders of wars Activate their ugly businesses, Everything is shut down Even our pretty and lovely thoughts, No one dares to be or not To be because everyone is Out of what's going on, The sound of the ugly bullets And the nasty guns talk loudly, The dark clouds of revenge Are hovering overheads, Streets and roads are empty Because silence only prevails, so Only fear and silence are Walking outside hand in hand.