Corona, Graveyards, Pains, Sufferings, And Death Are The Only Winners. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Globally gravediggers
Are working hard
By day and by night
Just to build new tombs
For the new-comers
Who die of Corona,
Coffins are filled with
New corpses that are supposed
To be buried anytime,
Relatives and friends
Are not allowed to attend
Those ongoing funerals,
Rumors hurt badly
About the nasty virus,
Only some are allowed
To accompany the dead
Into their last destinations,
Death reaps more and more
Of innocent souls,
Everything has changed
Including our emotions
And our feelings badly,
We do not know what
To do with our whole situation,
We do not know if
Corona keeps ambushing
More and more of new victims,
This lifeless situation
Is a great reminder to us
To consider and even
To think twice about
Our whole existence
Here or there,
We are now with continuous pains
And we are now with continuous sufferings
From our whole life
Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere,
Only death tolls keep increasing
Day by day
Without any tangible indications
That they will stop
Sooner or later,
We are greatly so sad
With those who pass away daily
Because of the so-called Corona.