The real Corona,
Which we are chasing,
Is still somewhere,
We are all
On the run while
The virus is still
Everywhere,
We are not sure
If it is a bubble
That flies somewhere,
We are only chasing
Real illusions
Here and there,
We are all suffering from
The so-called Corona
Anywhere and everywhere,
We are all on Corona's
Death lists everywhere,
We are all ready
To be admitted
To those scattered hospitals
Here or there,
Graveyards, gravediggers, undertakers,
Coffins, and tight tombs are
All ready for us,
Life has changed considerably and
Even dramatically around us
Due to Corona's appearance,
Everyone tries to avoid
Contacting with others
Just to survive,
Everything has changed
Due to an invisible virus
Around us.
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