We are still
In that ugly circle
That the so-called 'Corona'
Has drawn to us,
We are still
In a bad shape
Simply because the nasty virus
Does its job badly towards us,
We are still
Digging more and more
Of those new graves
To those who pass away
As a result of
The gloomy virus,
We are still
In the darkest stages
Of the damned virus
As it reaps more and more
Of those innocent souls
Anywhere and everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem