The Age Of Corona Is Everlasting And Endless. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

As Corona advances,
We automatically retreat,
As death tolls increase
Rapidly on a daily basis,
We absolutely lose
More and more of
Our loved-ones,
As hospitals take
More and more of
Corona's patients,
We always frustrate,
As gravediggers work hard,
The other unemployed people
Remain in a bad situation,
As life gets worse and worse,
We assuredly become
More and more disappointed,
As medicine lacks enough resources
To curb the deadly virus,
We certainly feel sorry
For our whole life,
As Corona stretches widely
Here and there,
We regretfully feel sadder and
Even sadder everywhere,
As long as Corona remains defiant,
We remain on the run,
It is absolutely
The Age of Corona
Simply because we are either hiding
Or we are on the run
For our own souls.