Their Final Destination (Of The Poor Refugees) Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

They had a hope
That the whole world would help them, but Instead the whole world
Rejected and ejected all of them,
Now they are suffering too much
Because of the carelessness and Because of the selfishness of our world,
They dispersed here and there
Painfully and horribly,
Everyone knows them even the little babies
In their cradles anywhere and everywhere, Wherever they go
They are subject to be kicked out or be Beaten even to be spit on,
They are the poor refugees who are suffering
By day and by night all kinds of pains and aches, They knock at the door of every country, but
They are immediately being refused,
The world (our world) does not want them and
The embassies refuse them, so take the dangerous Ways where they are drowned in the seas' big bellies, They suffer horribly and tragically in the tents
And in front of the relief agencies' bureaucratic doors, They don't have money, so they stand here and there like beggars, Only God is on their side after the whole world abandoned them For ever and without any remorse anytime.