You All Contradict Yourselves Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

They all wish to pass away, but They're still alive, We are all alive, but We all live in death, This life is divided into to be as The first half and to be not As the second half anytime, We are equal just in words, but We are not equal indeed, They are happy anytime, but In fact they're sad, We all love to be generous, but Most of us are greatly misers, You're greatly and wonderfully great, but Our hearts know what you are, and We all contradict ourselves anytime, Anywhere, and everywhere. _____________________________________________________________________